On our way to the farm I pulled into the Harley-Davidson dealership.
"Is this a new farm?" Lucy asked.
Not quite, Lucy Clare.
Once the kiddos realized why we were there (to see motorcycles! for cars and trucks and things that go week!) they took off into the showroom. I'd thought Peter would be the most excited, but it was Lucy who really enjoyed looking at all of the motorcycles.
We were definitely an odd sight there, me with the sleeping baby on my chest and the two very excited little ones who half expected to ride away on a motorcycle. Thankfully, a mama-motorcycler came over and made the day so very exciting for us by giving the kids books and key chains and bags and even measured their feet to see what size motorcycle boot they'd wear.
We saw motorcycles older than Poppy, motorcycles without seats, shiny motorcycle helmets, awesome sunglasses, a popcorn machine, and a light-up eagle "art project."* Oh: and so very many motorcycles.
As we left, Lucy spotted helium balloons tied up and said, "it's a motorcycle birthday party for Peter!"
*Almost anything of interest or done with purpose is an art project. It's been a useful heuristic to navigate a world of curious things, and, like all art projects, signifies hands off.
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