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A guest post from none other than Mr. Incredible, himself.
Jack Jack loves motorcycles. But somehow he missed out on his turn up and down our little street a few days ago. Today he about popped out of his skin when I gave him his first ride on our 110cc wonder.
A bit jealous, Dash ran down the street after them. Well played little man.
Now Violet is turning green. Only one way to fix that.
Still plenty of room for Mom! [Next post, I guess] Here in Afghanistan the act of getting from here to there can be a lot more fun- and really cheap. I think the gas tank holds about two quarts. We see families of 5, 12 foot sticks of pipe and even drums of fuel on/beside/over/behind motorcycles.
And while shopping, no pesky windows to leave up while Jr naps.
This is actually a beautiful testament to how community works here. While his dad was in a shop, everyone kept half an eye on the sleeping kiddo.