Wednesday, September 08, 2010

I don’t need no stinkin’ man

Three boxes.  Three new scooters.  49, 721 parts per box.  I needed an engineer/mechanic.  I had Peyton. Who’s three. 

Look what we did:


Impressive, right?

Yeah, I was all cocky until they rode them.  And the handle bars fell off.

Yep.  Kids aren’t happy.

Now I may be willing to borrow a highly efficient, super strong, stay-here-long-enough-to-fix-the-handle-bars-of-these-stinkin’-scooters-and-leave kinda guy.

‘Cause these silly kids want to ride.  And those dang handle bars are helpful.

But then he needs to leave.


1 comment:

Gina said...

You did awesome!