Dude refuses to ride a bike. He has no interest in figuring it out. He says he can run faster. Bubba has found a way to get his brother to ride with him. They rode up and down the street giggling- until Bubba turned too fast and Dude went flying. Then I laughed really hard.
They also like to play tag. Dude gets to chase Bubba with stick sword and rope lasso while Bubba weaves all around like maniac. They giggle until Dude finally gets Bubba and whacks him with the sword. Then I laugh. Does this make me a bad mom?