Chivalry is Not Dead!

Dear Diary, 

     Last week, my little man wanted to go to the park. It's a daily phrase that is suspended in the air constantly..."Mom? I play at park." When I gave the word, he hopped on his Radio Flyer trike and took off. I grabbed little sis and we followed in the wagon. Then it happened, just as I knew it would. A hundred feet from home, my boy bails and decides he'd like a wagon ride. Instead of going home, we packed his trike in the wagon. He no longer wanted to ride, but rather to pull his sister in it instead. And that he did. For 95% of our walk. Up the hills, down the hills, over the bridges and through the grass. His cheeks were pink and he was sweating, but any time I offered my help he responded, "No thanks, Mom." So sweet. Some girl some day is going to be a lucky wife! 

Sincerely, 

Me. Proud Momma.