My Five Year Old Rocks

This morning as I was getting ready to leave, Carson let me know in no uncertain terms that he wanted to go to school with me. I actually tried to talk him out of it. I told him that it was very cold and that we should wait for a little warmer weather. He would have none of it. He wanted to bike to school.

So, being the good Dad I am, a Dad that will probably get turned in to social services for child endangerment now, I hooked up the trail-a-bike and away we went. Carson wasn't quite his normal chatty self on the way today. He may have realized the err of his ways shortly into the ride. It was definitely 'brisk' today. When we got to his school and he got off the bike I asked him if he was okay.

C: Yep! Thanks for taking me to school Dad.
Me: You're welcome. Want help with your helmet?
C: *shivering a little -- nodding head*
Me: There you go buddy. Have a great day. I love you.
C: Love you too Dad. Bye!

It was 8 degrees with a 10 mph wind this morning. My Five Year Old Rocks! So do my 12 year old and 10 year old as they rode today as well. I'm proud of my car-lite family.