A friend of ours has learned how to ride a unicycle. On Halloween he dressed in a green morph suit with a green afro wig and rode through the block party.
Sam was amazed. Stunned. In awe.
And convinced he’s just a day or two from also riding around in a morphsuit on a unicycle.
First step, riding without hands. Check.
Second step, no training wheels. We’ve tried this before. He still needs me to hold the bike. Which is really a problem since Elisabeth needs me to hold her bike WITH training wheels. And Nate, who refuses to walk, thinks he can ride a bike. Which, of course, means I need to hold it.
Third step, no second tire. Another problem here. See above chaos of me already helping two kids who haven’t mastered any part of bike riding.
Fourth step, Sam wears a morphsuit. I think we’re safe this one won’t happen. Sam is a costume tease. He shows all enthusiasm to suit up (I’m speaking from recent Halloween experience here), but then freaks out at the last minute. The costume is too itchy. Too hot. He looks too silly in it.
I’m guessing you have to be okay with silly to wear a green morphsuit and afro wig.
