Saturday night we rode our bikes to the nearby park and had a picnic. I towed two of them in my carriage, because Cameron's bike chain fell off and his training wheels kept going wacky on him. As I'm pulling up the rear in our little bike train, Cameron says, "Mom, you don't go as fast as Daddy and Blake, hurry up!" I huffed back, "yeah, well they aren't hauling an extra 60 pounds, either. Your Mom is fabulous!"