He rides...

And because I could never even do a stupid frickin' cartwheel, I got a B- on my front roll (gym teacher lingo for a somersault)and I didn't ride a 2 wheeler until I was 6 years old, I couldn't be more excited that it seems that in addition to his aversion to everything other than potatoes, potato chips and peanut butter...this little Hebert appears to have also gotten the coordination gene from Golfdad.





Mr. Jeepers Creepers -- officially a 2 wheeler.

xo ---

B.M.