And I don't want a tickle...

I don't want a pickle

Just want to ride on my motorsickle

And I don't want a tickle

'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle

It is good to be Molly today! First there was a snowstorm in our livingroom, courtesy of Bumpa. We crunched the snow beneath our feet then threw it around. We even made snow angels. "It's snowing in June," she said, as she was leaping around.

Then we put together something interesting that came in the mail. Molly tinkered around with the screwdrivers while I assembled the parts and put the stickers on. As I was adjusting the seat, it suddenly dawned on Molly what was going on.

"Is it a motorcycle?!" she asked. "For me?!" Then she jumped on and pushed off. After a few spinouts in the packing peanut "snow" we moved on out to the open road of the sidewalk. She can almost reach the pedals and had a lot of fun pushing herself up the sidewalk.

Molly's 90% down for a nap, and I'm off to the garage for the snow shovel to clean up the livingroom.

THANK YOU FOR THE MOTORCYCLE GRAMA AND BUMPA!