Stop The Press!

You know that feeling you get when you hear loud foot pounding running followed by a child's yell.  Well, Teagan came running in screaming at the top of her lungs MOOOOOOOM!  I thought something was seriously amuck until she spotted me and went into a single breath rant:

"James and I are teaching Ireson to ride on James' bike.  He didn't fall off, didn't crack his head open, isn't getting dirty, isn't scared, we're not fighting, James is on the one side and I'm on the other, we're holding him the whole time, we're being really safe and responsible, and HE WENT BY HIMSELF FOR LIKE 10 SECONDS, okay maybe 3, but we've got it all covered.  It's SO COOL!  You've gotta come see him."  Huff and puff, and huff and puff.

I just stared at her for a moment processing and letting my mind catch up with the details before I realized that everything was okay and giggled.  Then I had to ask her "Well, if you're in here with me then who's on the other side of the bike?"

Teagan looked at me in a moment of astonishment and said, "Gotta Go, bye" and ran out of there like there was an emergency.

Meanwhile, I hear Ireson out of the window discussing with James the pride of his new found talent.
"James, tell Daddy that I'm great at riding your bike and Teagan's bike.  He be sooo proud of me."

James' response:  "Okay, now focus Ireson, we've gotta stay in the grass because the pavement is bad news."