Tonight after dinner, the three of us went for a walk/ride up the street and back. Zion was on his scooter that Miss Michele & girls so generously gave him. About four houses from home, he took a tumble off the bike - almost head first.
He stood up, brushed himself off, said, "Oops! Sorry bike!"
Then he very gently picked the scooter up, placed it on his shoulder, and carried it gingerly home before he put it to bed.
I watched the entire thing and finally said to Mike, "Did he just fall off of his bike, apologize to it, carry it home and tuck it into bed?"
Yep.
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Precious story Sara. It made me smile.
oh my gosh Sara how cute! I have my kids tell their toys sorry when they are little, trying to get them to be respectful to them, but oh, that's so cute!
Out of the mouths of babes! That is so sweet....how cute. Good mama, he has learned compasion and that is one of our best jobs.
Oh that is so cute! I love it!
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