the f'ing dog (no, that's not her name, but if she didn't do this kindof stuff i wouldn't call her that) anyways, the f'ing dog chewed off one of the rubber handlebars from Z's tricycle & he had a fit; one handlebar is completely missing & the other is kinda chewed up. Once I got Z to calm down, we went for a walk & took his tricycle; this was his first trip out of the backyard on the trike, so it was a milestone. We went around the block 1.5x before he decided he was tired.
I later told Dad about our adventure on Z's ghetto tricycle; he said it wasn't ghetto, we just fit in with where we live now.
Wednesday, November 9, 2005
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