A Boy and his Scooter

There are two boys in our cul-de-sac that Brenden plays with. Jake is 7 and Conner is 4, almost 5. Obviously they are a lot more advanced in the things they can do physically and Brenden is often left behind on the sidewalk to watch or just races around behind them, begging to ride on their assortment of toys. (Jake's big thing right now is his Green Machine and Conner has a Spiderman bike and a razor.) Jake isn't so bad about letting Brenden ride every once in awhile but Conner would rather eat broccoli than let Brenden touch his things.

Brenden has been obsessed with their razor scooters. He constantly wants Tim to push him around, which gets a little tiring for Tim and was difficult to do when Jake wanted to ride it as well. Brenden didn't understand that it wasn't "his" and that Jake had every right to ride it whenever he wanted. Oh, learning how to share is fun. It's one of the first things he's BEGGED for and cries about every day; the first of many things I'm sure. I've been searching for a scooter for him for awhile but I didn't think we would be getting one anytime soon.

Yesterday we headed to Walmart to get a few things that we forgot to put on the list on Sunday during our weekly trip. Brenden's great grandma Grace (aka: Lou lou) sent him some money for Easter so we headed over to the toy section to check out what was new. Along the back wall was an entire display of scooters specifically made for ages 2 to 5 years. After a quick call to Tim to let him know what I was doing I grabbed one. I thought Brenden was going to shake out of the cart from pure excitement. He knew exactly what it was.

When we got home he was ready. After explaining that he must always wear his helmet when he rides his scooter, which wasn't a difficult sell because the older boys always wear theirs, I let him at it. I should have known that he would surprise me, since he often does. In 2 seconds he was scooting around the garage like a pro. He hasn't quite figured out how to get going and pull his feet up but I'm not complaining. I don't need him going all that quickly, yet!

He's getting so big!