Breakfast Trek

Heidi had a doctor’s appointment on the other side of town and left Harrison and me to fend for ourselves this morning. I didn’t feel like fixing the Gray home standard breakfast of peanut butter toast and Whole Grain Cheerios, so I decided to take Harrison out for breakfast. Problem: Heidi took our only car to her appointment. Solution: Breakfast Trek!

About 2 miles away from our house is a Jack in the Box (by far the closest place that sells breakfast). Since Harrison loves to have adventures, I decided to make today’s breakfast into a mini-adventure. So we set out on the road. It’s already getting hot here in Arizona, so we had to stop periodically for some hydration.

Eventually, we got to where the sidewalk ends and had to do some off-roading. Harrison’s Lightning McQueen bike with training wheels is really not designed to go off the beaten path, but he did pretty well, all things considered. He tipped over a few times in the deep Arizona dust.

We took advantage of the the terrain (and the fact that Mom was clear across town and couldn’t lend a sensible voice to the conversation) by trying out some stunts on the suburban desert dunes. What can I say, we are boys. That’s how we roll.

After about an hour of riding (me walking), we finally made it to Jack in the Box, where we started pumping our bodies full of breakfasty goodness so that we had some energy for the long trek back home. On the way back, the Arizona desert captured Harrison in its grasp:

Way to ride, kiddo! I’d say that covering almost 4 miles in one morning is quite an accomplishment for a three-year-old. I love spending time with you one-on-one, and I look forward to more adventures in the years to come. Keep that adventurous spirit — it’s one of the things I love most about you.

  • Whitney

    I loved this! The pictures were perfect, too. Although, you need to have a Dear Harrison post about not self-deprecating so much, ahem.

    • Michael Gray

      You know, you are right, Whitney. Self-deprecation is a tough subject because it’s hard to find the right balance between accepting who I *really* am, and completely ripping on myself. For what it’s worth, the early years of my self-deprecation was much more dark and was basically a window to the things I loathed about myself; now it doesn’t really sting my ego when I call myself the fat guy.

      Still, it’s not a good trait to leave to my son. Thanks for bringing it to my attention.