Hallie is still a very new bike rider, so while she enjoys the first half of the ride (the three blocks away from our house, which happen to be slightly downhill), she cries for the entirety of the second half of the ride (which is of course slightly uphill). More often than not, at some point on the way home Will gets on Hallie's bike, I carry Will's skateboard, and Hallie lies down on the pavement and screams. It's super fun and the neighbors really enjoy watching these scenes unfold.
These pictures make Will look like an expert skateboarder, which I assure you, he is not. (I don't say that to be unkind - I just think it's important to establish that in the beginning, skateboarding was really hard for Will. Someday he'll be awesome, and at that point he'll be able to look back on this post and see how far he's come.) Right now skateboarding usually leads to tears, not from injury, but from frustration.
On this particular day, when we finally made it home Hallie went out back to play until dinner time. I heard her yelling, so I went outside to find out what she was yelling at/about (usually it's Will she's yelling at or about, but since he was inside I was quite curious what could be upsetting her so severely). I discovered her, still wearing her bike helmet and wielding a fully loaded Super Soaker water gun, yelling at...the moon.
"I SEE YOU UP THERE! I'M GONNA SHOOT YOU!"
She'd empty the squirt gun of its water and then pause her yelling just long enough to refill from the hose.
She repeated this process six times.
Who is this kid and where did she come from?