Bike riding.

Last weekend we went and bought the kids a motorcycle helmet so they can ride around the neighborhood on the back of B's motorcycle. I did not get one, however, because it will be a cold day in you-know-where before you find me on the back of that thing. But the kids, however, love it. It gives me several heart attacks and a couple of strokes to see them going down the street with nothing but their tenuous grip on B's waist to keep them on the bike. When I begin to imagine all of the things that could happen to them, I have to put an immediate stop to my imaginings. It's just too much to think about, and I think they should walk around in complete padding all of the time - never to get on or in anything with an engine or combustibles inside - and stay very far away from anything that might hurt them in any way. Unfortunately, they have different ideas:

That's The Girl, even though you may not be able to tell because she's wearing her brother's jacket. But see the hair? Sticking out of the helmet?

That's The Boy. See how he's barely holding on? That right there has taken several years off of my life.