Taking 2 grandchildren (4 and 6) for their now becoming ritual Sunday bike ride after dinner. I walk behind, we do a circuit or 6 of the school carpark then a path ride around the block.
From either... or both of them....
Grandad, are we going for a bike ride ?
Yes, after dinner.
Grandad, are we going yet ?
Yes, after I've cleaned up the dinner stuff.
Grandad, are we going then ?
Yep, give me a minute, soon.
Once out the door it continues....
Grandad, are we going this way?
No, we're going to the school carpark where it's safe.
Grandad, are we going past the park ?
We'll see.
Grandad, are we going to the park ?
Let's see if its wet, maybe we can, maybe not.
Grandad, can we go to the park now ?
When we have done at the park I say..
Righto kiddos, let's go.
Can we go this way ?
Why do you want to go that way ?
Because its longer grandad.
And so on...and so on...and so on.
Conniving little beggars, everything they say has an aim, to get what they want.
They get it of course..and then some.
Both with stabilisers, 4 year old grandaughter has been lazy up to today, preferring me to push her but today shes pedalled like a goodun