Ava, ummmm, I mean he got a new toddler bike seat.
Despite immediate appearances to the contrary, it really was a gift for him. He’d long been bemoaning the fact that he couldn’t take the Chariot trailer on some of the local (easier) mountain biking trails – especially after it storms and gets muddy-ish – so I did some research and found one that works with the disc brakes on his bike. It’s also safe enough (with roll bar and all) for me to be comfortable with her riding in it as long as Daddy stays off of the Class 4 trails and attempts no fancy stuff like pedaling straight down the side of a mountain…which he’s been known to do every now and again.
He did give me ‘that’ look when I gave it to him. But ‘that’ look went away once he hooked it up, got her strapped in and helmeted up, and they took it for a test spin.
As she screamed “More, Daddy. More!” every time he tried to stop I think he realized that what I just gave him was not only another way to confine the child (yay!) but also another way that he could spend more quality time with his daughter sharing something with her that he loves to do.
I mean really, just look at the way she’s looking at him. There’s no way to put a dollar figure on that.
Did he melt into a little puddle?