Rainy Day

Today we went to watch a bike race in Smithfield. We got there late, it was mostly over, but we met some nice people and Dan got motivated enough to enter the next one. We took a walk around Springfield and Sadie's stroller almost pitched straight over after hitting a bump on a curb. We were going down a HILL (unheard of in our town) so it was a little crazy. Dad gouged a hole in his leg keeping the stroller on its wheels, and he managed to not kill the baby. He looked like he wiped out on his bike after all.

Then we went and bought some discount ART to hang in Dad's office. We fooled around letting the kids play on the phone system there for a while, then trundled home.

Leroy was wearing a gender-confusing scarf and got mistaken for a girl. I also got a lecture from a stranger on how I should just TEACH him not to jump up when he's excited, and how I should watch the Dog Whisperer. I was like, Dude, I watch every episode. He said in tones of greeeaaat patience and pity, "You have to treat him like he's your dog, not like he's your child." And I was thinking, "Well, you calmed down my dog, but now you've got another problem, buddy, because you're treating ME like YOUR child, and I am about to smack you in the head." But I just smiled and nodded and made noncommital mutterings. It doesn't do to get into arguments with self-righteous people in the park, eh?