It's been a good holiday weekend for muddy bike rides - Friday evening after tea, yesterday before the trip to the football, and this afternoon following the cinema trip.
The rules of Bike Club are simple:-
Pedal hard
Aim for the deepest of puddles*
The muddiest is the winner*
No running into each other - too dangerous
Make occasional glances sideways for interesting wildlife or birdlife
Get back home out of breath and ready for food and drink
Take the bikes out back, put them in the shed
Get undressed just inside the doorway
Create mountain of washing
Shower-time - first come first showered
Don't forget to wash inside of your ears
* indicates default setting for seven year olds
Late this afternoon, calling to Alex to finish up with his shower and get dried, from the bottom of the stairs I was privy to a fine overheard lyrical adaptation:
Shane: (calls) Hurry up, Alex - we're putting the film on in three minutes.
Alex: (shouts) I am hurrying! (15 seconds pass) (distantly, songfully) Heads, shoulders, knees and buttocks, knees and buttocksssss -
Shane: (to Emma) He sounds happy.
Emma: If you both return with mud on your teeth and no injuries, then I generally assume that it's been a good one.
Shane: Mm, well-observed.
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Mud pies....Mud pies....Why does this remind me of mud pies when I haven't thought of them for 69 years? Explain me that!!
Alex is lucky to have another boy to play with.
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