Rowan wasn't into hopping the proverbial scotch, so Julie drew that circle around him and told him he was stuck there forever, like it was a driveway oubliette.
Apparently we have a Houdini on our hands.
Lyla, hopping scotch:
Maybe this summer I'll introduce her to foursquare and totally rock her world.
Biker chick:
Not yet a biker dude:
His legs aren't quite long enough to pedal properly, so he still scoots like a dog trying to express an anal sack.
That might be one of the
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