Owen hasn't quite mastered the art of pedaling, so Solomon got to provide the horsepower.
It was so cute...
And then Owen decided to dismount at the same time Solomon came swinging through with the arm of the crane again.
The lady at the front desk wouldn't give me a bag of ice unless I filed an incident report - address, phone #, description of the event, signature, photocopies, etc. So I sold poor Solomon out for a cheap, fold-over sandwich bag of frozen water. The records of minors are sealed anyway, right?