Tiniest Biker Gang EVER!

When Smidget saw Uncle Z's bike in our driveway, he decided it was as good a time as any to learn to ride. Oh yeah, this kid is in love! Cheesing for mama on the bike! Although, he calls it a "cy-tool" instead of a motorcycle. Close enough, for now. You don't have to know how to say it when you look THIS cool sitting on the darn thing :D

Only one thing distracts him from the motorcycle--- a helicopter flying over. He points them out to me and then yells "BIRD!" You'd think he was confused, except his Daddy worked on helicopters for 5 years and calls them birds all the time, so bird works for helicopters and birds of all species. Planes are still planes, though :D

Back to paying attention to the bike--- this time, a seductive shot of him sprawled out on top! Yeah, he's going to make a great blonde biker someday.

He LOVES making VROOM noises while driving "his" bike. When I said who's bike is that, he said "MINE!" I think he'd better start using the big-eyes on Uncle Z if he wants that particular bike :D Uncle Z said he'd take him for a ride, though. Haha.

Here was the peak of the VROOM noises. He was getting into it. But he was quite upset that his arms couldn't reach both of the handle bars at once!