I want to ride my bike

Not that the scooter has been replaced or anything, but P is all about his bike these days. Er, actually, all about Yoav's bike :) While he apparently adores riding his own wheels, he's really crazy about his buddy's aired up tires (all the better for P's frequent off-roading adventures. And yes, in Brooklyn, a tree well surrounded by cobblestones or the odd weed in the sidewalk crack counts as off-roading :) So it is with some suspicion these days that I reply to his requests to see Yoav... and Yoav's bike :)

Today was hot and the boys enjoyed the breeze going down one of the steeper hills in the park - along with a bunch of other sweaty little heads from the neighborhood. Then they played hide-and-seek, which led to tree climbing and some mutual wrestling. I say mutual, because there were other skirmishes that were less than requested :) Once, Yoav, always the wise sage, fixed P with a look (after a bit of fist-cuffs) and evenly said, "I won't hurt you if you won't hurt me." P stopped mid swing and said, "Ok." This same dynamic occurred a couple of times, where they would work each other into a little tizzy and start swinging (er, P would start swinging) and then instead of egging P on, Yoav would sum up the entire situation with a simple sentence. This break in energy would switch P's swings to vocal agreement in a simple second and they'd move on...

P proffered an overnight bike trade and Yoav sweetly agreed. When we got home it was well into dinnertime and P was exhausted. Nevertheless, he rode Yoav's bike back and forth through the apartment while I cooked, showing all of his toys his new prize :) I'm guessing a shower and breakfast are out of the question for me tomorrow, we'll be biking in our jammies at sun-up....