mrs k was checking out some bike racing on the web and elijah was into it. he'd say "go, go go!" and kick his feet.
he's the size of a running back, but he sure loves bikes. who knows, maybe he'll wind up like my mom, skinny as a rail and be a great climber? or maybe he'll continue to be chunky and he'll be sprinting against dan's son in about 15 years? i guess he could play football if he wants. although, someone would have to teach me the game...i'd hate to sit in the stands and root for the boy when i don't know what he's supposed to be doing.
i keed, i keed.