Gems of wisdom from a three year old
This weekend I had a little accident with the mountain bike. A truck came out of nowhere in the middle of the mountain -like they always do-, I got surprised, fell and took the hit with my bare hands. I’ll be spending some days with raw-flesh-style palms. What can I say? I’m a fashion victim. Sort of.
Anyway, I was having my injuries treated at my sister’s when my nephew came by. He’s a three year old, so every answer I gave him about the accident raised another question.
This one was priceless:
Uncle, do you want my training wheels?
