If there’s any question whether or not I write about real events that happen in our lives, here’s proof.
The day after these pics were taken, there was crashing and burning, scrapes and scabs on elbows and knees, and lots of crying. There was even some naked bike riding, by the Monkey, in only a t-shirt, a crown, and his underwear. But like any crazy parents, we patched them up, got them dressed, and sent them back out. And they couldn’t wait.