"You think you can take me on that little XR100?" -C
"Yes, try to keep up!"-Me
Trail through the woods.
Oh? Trying to catch up are we?
It wasn't really fair.
Logs only I can hop over....grass and bushes 3-4 feet tall.
She didn't ever have a chance....
Time to go home.....
Who is this waiting for me?
At first glance her mouth looks like she is pouting...
but really she is saying "Broom broom broom"-!
"When can I ride?"-D
"When they come out with booster seats for motorcycles and Karla won't kill Ryan for letting me"-Me
Sad face - D
"That's a bunch of S%#@!" -D
(at least what I imagine her three year old brain thinking)