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What was my husband thinking when he wasn’t thinking?

Our house was unusually quiet for a mid-afternoon, so I asked my husband where our toddler son was.

Kyle? Yes, Kyle — our youngest child, our only son, where is he? Uhm, well, Kyle fell asleep during our bike ride, so I, well, uhm, left him in the carrier. You mean you left our son attached to the back of your bike? Alone? Unattended? Yeah…. No…. Ken was shuffling his answer and his feet. Did you take the carrier off? Uhm, well, no but I put the kickstand down. The kickstand? Yeah, I stayed in the backyard and watered the flowers. You mean to tell me that you left our son sleeping on the back of your bike with the kickstand down??? What if it would have tipped over? Debbie! Do you think I am nuts? I didn’t only use the kickstand! I leaned him against the house, too!

(It was difficult but I did not respond to the “do you think I’m nuts thing”. Needless to say, I rescued our little tike — but not until snapping this photo. I hate to admit it, but the whole thing cracked me up.)