Blimp aftermath

After the blimp gala, the boys and I were tasked with taking a change of clothes across campus to Daddy's office so he wouldn't dirty his nice suit during the site's tear down that afternoon. He certainly can't lug a ratty old bag of clothes to lunch with the President, prepared especially for a small entourage by the President's personal chef.

We were pleased as punch to have any kind of jobs that required outside time on this glorious sunny afternoon. We came prepared, too, scootering to the blimp site with the clothes bag in our wagon, and enjoyed a lazy afternoon scootering through campus.











It should be noted that Isaac scootered to the blimp site, about a mile from our house, in 15 minutes. He was hauling so much tail that Jake couldn't keep up, and I had to drag his fat butt in the wagon, with me running, most of the way. Isaac then proceeded to scooter allllll across campus, and then all the way home. Probably a round trip of 5 miles, all by himself, not complaining once. He then took a nap.