Setting off for work this morning as usual I enter the garage from the house, open the garage door, put on my boots, lid, gloves, etc., walk round the car and stick the keys into the bike (not noticing the door from the house open and close again). I fire up the bike with the usual crack from the cans which is promptly followed by a huge scream and then notice the door fly open and my 2 and a half year old literally fly back into the house screaming for his Mummy!
The poor wee thing had (unbeknown to me) followed Daddy to wave goodbye and literally gets the shit scared out of him. I never knew a toddler could move that fast.
I followed into the house and find him in Mummy's arms completey beside himself.
After much calming down I left for work feeling like a right b*stard and Lucas no longer likes Daddy's bike!
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