The boys wanted to ride their bikes to school this morning.  All but Max that is.  I drug out the little kid trailer and hooked it up to my bike.  It is designed to hold two kids but barely had enough room for my oldest.  He was fine with it though and we were on our way.  Things were fine except for the occasional sudden stop my youngest would make. I almost fell over twice to avoid hitting him. We all got to school without any new potential scars and they went to class like any other day.  I loaded up their helmets in the kid trailer and set off for home.  As you could imagine my ride home was much quicker.  As I approached the house I had to cross in front of a car to get into my driveway.  It wasn't a close call by any means but I did crank the pedals a little harder  to get out of the way.  Those couple of extra turns of the sprocket and the fact that I was making a hard left into my driveway caused the kid trailer to roll over on to its side.  It dragged behind me but did not pull me over.  I'm fine.  I did chuckle though when I thought what must have been going through the head of the person driving the car as it passed. I'm sure it looked completely horrific to them.  I did worry for a second when I thought they might call someone to check out the possibility of child endangerment.







The kids call it the "chariot".  I guess I did have a Ben Hur moment