Benji loves riding a three-wheeled scooter. He rides it all over the place, accompanying us on short neighborhood walks as well as zipping around my parents’ neighborhood visiting friends. Someday he may learn to ride a bike, but for now, the scooter keeps him moving.
Yesterday afternoon, as we got ready to head over to my parents’ house for our traditional Friday pasta dinner, Ian and I facetiously suggested that Benji could scoot there. He immediately latched onto the idea. I said if he really wanted to, I’d walk with him, but he couldn’t change his mind halfway.