Hooked

This weekend we went to my parents' house and took the Girl's dirtbike. There is a vast parcel of property nearby that is open
to riders. J likes to ride there but this time around it was all about the Girl. He left his bike home so that he could help
her. Not that she needed it. In fact, she was taking the corners a little too fast for him. On Saturday Baby Miss and I went with them
to watch her. Poor Daddy, he'd cringe every time one of her training wheels lifted off the ground and it happened - a lot. He
should've known that she'd like to go fast, she is his daughter after all. And not only going fast but going and going and going. She
rode Friday, Saturday and Sunday. When it was time to leave on Sunday afternoon there were tears and much
disappointment. I'd say she's hooked.