"It's the same size as your own bike."
"It's got hand brakes!"
"I'm not buying you a bike so much like your own. Yours is in fine shape."
"It's not the same! It's different!"
This was getting wearisome, but Ben didn't know that we had already bought him an awesome 26" red bike with gears, hand brakes, rack, the works.
Christmas morning. I was right behind Ben as he approached the tree and saw the red bike parked in front of it. From the look on his face, I'm guessing the clouds parted, God rays shone down, and angels sang.
"WHOA! Screw the green bike! This one's better!"
I couldn't believe my ears. "What did you say?!"
He explained patiently, "Screw the green bike, this one's better." Hello. Duh.
I let it go, and he fell to examining all the perks on his new bike.
The next day I took an opportunity to speak to Ben privately.
"You know, yesterday you used a word that I'm pretty sure you didn't understand fully."
"When you said 'Screw the green bike.'"
"So 'screw' means the same thing as the F word."
Big eyes. "IT DOES?"
"I DID NOT KNOW THAT."
"I was pretty sure you didn't. Just try not to use it again."
"Yeah! Okay! I really didn't know that!"
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Ah, Christmas memories. This reminds me of my own favorite Christmas moment when I was a kid. I also got a bike: a beautiful blue StingRay bicycle. God rays shone and angels sang when I saw the banana seat and high handlebars. I could crank up to speed in two powerful pushes on the pedals, tooling through the neighborhood in the Florida sun. I managed to pop a wheelie a few times, too. I loved that bike past the time I outgrew it.
What's your favorite Christmas memory?