Pedaling Through Life at Krispy Kreme Speed – Day 95

Day 95
Listening to: Hyperactive
Thought for the day: It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like “What about lunch?” ~Winnie the Pooh

This is Joey. That’s not really his name, but I’m calling him that to protect his privacy. Joey spends his afternoons pedaling his tricycle up and down the street at Krispy Kreme speed. Krispy Kreme speed is the speed you and your coworkers move at when told there are free doughnuts in the break room. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. There’s only one speed to Krispy Kreme speed, fast and with purpose. Though Joey is a great kid, when I see him on his tricycle I hear strains of the Miss Gulch (Wizard of Oz Wicked Witch) bicycle theme. ta-tada-tada-da ta-tada-tada-da…..

A few days ago, Joey pedaled up to me and said with the maturity of a 50 year-old, “I know what women want.” Not girls. Women. I braced myself for what was next. You never know! I mean at his age my brothers were sneaking peaks at my dad’s Playboy magazines (all 3 of them). Joey said, “Women want to NOT be dirty. Therefore, I am going to invent a dirt bomb that throws dirt on women.”

WHEW! Thank goodness Joey is still a little boy and not a dirty old man in an 8 year-old body.