Another Bures Gene

We went on a walk to the park tonight. Aid insisted on riding his trike. After repeatedly reminding him that if he rode it he would need to ride it allthe way there and all the way back. He was adamant.

Going on a walk with a 3 year old and a trike is to know that it will take you at least twice as long as you were initially planning. It is not for the faint of heart. What I was reminded of again on our walk is how much like Bob (and his father) Aid is behind the wheel. If you have ever been in the car with Frank Sr., Bob, or his younger brother Joe you know what I am talking about. Everything is a distraction. Everything. They fiddle with things, they look all around, and they happily putter along.

Aid stopped to look at the leaf, he looked up at the trees while he drove into someone's front yard, and he happily puttered around taking in the scenery. He had a great time. But as I tried to keep the frustration out of my voice as he veered off the road for the umpteenth time, I found myself laughing.

"Well, all be damned, I'm in the car with a Bures!!!"