a midway bikelog

1. Two Fridays ago: Ella is finishing up her week of day camps with the grandparents, so it’s just me and Fiona cuttin’ loose on a Friday night. We decide to bike the 8 blocks to Hoa Bien, one of our favorite local restaurants, Fiona on her tricycle (since her bike is at her mom’s), and me on my fixed gear. She told me to ride that bike, and it’s handy for going verrrry slowwwwly with a distracted 4-year-old cyclist. We’re riding along chatting about things and she says out of the blue, “Did you have a worm collection when you were a kid?”

The possible directions for this boggle the mind, so i just say that i’d collect worms for fishing, but didn’t generally keep them for pets or for a long time. The conversation continues, “I want to have a BUNCH of worms.”
“Oh,” i say, “what are you going to do with these worms?”
“I’m going to shoot them.”
“How do you plan to do that?”
“I want to shoot them out of a cannon. PLEASE daddy, i want to shoot worms out of a cannon!”

2. My mom makes halloween costumes for the girls every year. It’s still a ways off for 2008, but Ella and i were discussing it the other day. She said, “i want to be a firefly.” That made sense, we’ve had several good firefly chasing days this year. She went on, “i’m going to have a generator hub on my bike and power the light in my butt by pedaling, and the fast i pedal, the brighter it’ll flash!”

Oh yes, that’s my girl (x2).