Write four lines of prose about: Literal Larry.
Who? Is he a relative of Lackadaisical Larry?
Probably. Up to each of us to decide for ourselves though.
Had a successful trip to Penticton with the family today. Got some groceries, had a visit with Kat's friend and her three(!) girls, and... got Max a bike helmet, knee and elbow pads, and bike gloves.
As you may be able to tell from the following, we let him pick the helmet:
And a side view, to fully appreciate the spikiness of it all:
After we got home we put all his gear on and he biked around the front yard until dinner. After dinner he wanted to do it some more, despite his obvious exhaustion.
Our denial of this desire created quite the scene, as I'm sure you can imagine.
Anyway. Pretty sure I know what most of tomorrow is going to look like in the land of Max.
"These frickin' accident reports are making me tear my hair out!"
"I dunno boss, it looks to me like you've still got all your hair."
"Go to hell, Larry."
"You know I just spent two weeks trying to find it... but all right, I'll have another look."