Daddy took Emmy for a spin on the 50 motorcycle yesterday.
Up the last little hill to the driveway, they had a technical difficulty- a wheelie! Emmy hung on to the handle bars for dear life while daddy focused on getting the motorcycle back on its tires instead of on top of them.
She let go, slid down the seat and through his legs exactly at the right time. Cause once she hit the ground the motorcycle came down and she took off running with eyes as wide as pie pans to the first person she could find. Our friend Nicole. She scooped her up. Emmy hung on really tight.
A few minutes later Nicole, still holding her walked past a parked motorcycle. "I do not! I do not need to ride again!!!" emphatically declared the shell shocked Emmy.