*Ping*

Boston has a sweet Radio Flyer Trike. We got it on Craigslist and he loves it. It is the basic trike that has the yellow bucket on the back. Boston loves to play in the back yard and ride it. And by ride I mean sit on it, pat the handles and occasionally push it around with his feet on the ground. There is no forward motion by peddling, there is no peddle usage at all and if anyone has any ideas at all on how I am supposed to teach him how to peddle I'm all ears. So far all my efforts have been in vain.

When we bought the trike I was really excited, I love all things Radio Flyer. I am dying for a Radio Flyer wagon. I thought there could be nothing better than a Radio Flyer trike. So imagine my surprise when Andy brought it home and I discovered the most amazing extra ever that you could possibly hope for on any trike or bike of any kind. This trike came with accessories and not just any accessory, only the very best accessory you could want. The trike came with a bell.

I love bells. They scream white picket fences and old fashioned hospitality. It sends me into a vision of little boys with freckles and rolled up jeans and converse shoes and baseball cards in the spokes. Bells are the sound of summer.

Boston loves the bell as well. He spends more time dinging the bell than riding the trike. Lucky for everyone the bell makes the sweetest little ping. It is light and clear and crisp. Every stinking time I hear it I can't help but smile. I love that little ping. It makes me happy. It sprinkles my day with sunshine.

I desperately want a bike. An old beach cruiser with a basket and my very own bell. One that makes a perfect ping just like Boston's. I'll admit it, I'm extremely jealous of Boston's bell. I want one of my very own. I love the thought of sailing through the park, baby trailer in tow and ringing my own bike bell. I just love the sounds of summer.

*Ping*