When my now 10-year-old Grandson, Riley, was just a little fellow I spent a lot of time with him. He and his mother, my daughter Kimberly, had it tough when Riley was born so I was quite involved getting them both healthy. Riley turned out to be quite a talker when he was just a little fellow. He loved going "inside" to McDonalds. His mother hadn't let him know you could actually go inside to eat.
We were inside and I used a hankerchief. Riley said "you need a tissue grandpa"? I said that yes I did but that what I had used was called a hankerchief, unless you were a good old boy from West Virginia. In that case it was called a "snot rag". Although just a little over a year old he perfectly repeated what I had said, a "snot rag".
Now, Riley's mother is an English Major with a Masters in Psychology and a Cerificate in Communications. She only speaks "proper" english. I told Riley it would be a joke if he would just tell his mother when he got home that his grandpa has a "snot rag"and he wants a "snot rag" too. Even at that age he understood playing a joke. It was great and I ended up buying him several big, red hankerchiefs. And, a belt too. Boys need belts.
What has this got to do with my ride? Well, Riley also loved to brag about going Scoot-e-pooting with his grandpa. Only he delighted everyone by pronouncing it scoot-e-pooping. When it comes to the blog about my ride I cannot guarantee that Riley's words won't be accurate. It may well be just a little scootie and a lot of pooping. We'll see.
May you know the joy of grandchildren. I have 18 and love each dearly.