At the Arcade

Roman went to the Arcade for the first time last weekend. He thought all the lights and music and kids running around crazy was just great. He drove a car and his daddy won him a Stewie doll with the crane (on the first try no less). Then, he saw the motorcycle... vroom-vroom and he was off!

He is really obsessed with motorcycles lately. In the store, we were playing with several vehicles, a bus, ambulance, fire truck, tractor and motorcycle. He tried out each one, then one by one, he brought me each one and said, "dee-dee," (finished). Then he picked up the motorcycle when it was the only one left, held it up and said, "VROOM-VROOM!" He then drove it around the store for some time. When it was time to pay, he reluctantly handed it to the pretty girl behind the counter; he smiled so big when she handed it back.

As we walked towards the door, he followed behind, stopping to drive the motorcycle here and there. When we were finally at the door, he stopped, put it down and said, "Bye-bye," then he ran and caught up with us and grabbed our hands. We said, "Roman, that's your motorcycle, go get it." He looked at it and back at us a little confused. I said, "Go get the motorcycle and let's go home." He ran back and picked it up so happy, then caught up with us again, hugging it tight to his chest. He insists on taking it everywhere we go and he even tried to take it to bed. Cozy warned me he might be perfect, just like his daddy was.