My son knows I need some forms of photography. Basically Olive is in all our photos by default. 
I'm the pitcher taker. 
On the other side Olive does all the drawings and isn't into photography. 
She does notice when she can't find many photos of us together when she makes event ads. 
So I peeled my 13 year old away from his game and asked him to get some pics from his tallbike. 
The real deal was I wanted him to get more tallbike practice. We took a long ride around SE PDX and I found some steep hills to try him out on. The camera is attached to his bike. He took this one and I'm liking it a lot. 

Getting home we noticed Olive collected three little humans for the day. She is still babysitting for our friends who are working on house moving. 

Turns out his bike has hand and back pedal brakes. He did better than me. Then I took him down Division so he can experience heavier traffic. 

 I also told him a lot of "outs" for the inevitable questions. I suggested that if people ask if he knows us to say "never heard of em" That is a great way to avoid snubbing the person while still not giving an answer that leads to more questions. I guess it's a lesson on keeping his space. Happy Tuesday!

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math vs. science

I told my son that he had a choice. We could do math flash cards OR

I could give him a lecture and demonstration (with graphics) of everything that clinically went down when I got a vasectomy plus a follow up and guesstimated mileage so far.

To my surprise the boy insisted on doing the math.

I thought young dudes liked lots of penis drawings. 

Interesting.

Parent fail(on my part) .

Planned Parenthood gave me a huge bag of safe sex kits to hand out to folks. I didn't inspect them too much, I been handing out condoms and such since the 90's.

I thought I would use the opportunity to give my boy a condom lesson. I opened a kit, tossed a packet at him and told him to open it, I opened my condom, demonstrated pinching the tip and unrolling it over my hand.

He was having trouble opening the thing. He seemed to be fumbling, stalling and making it harder than it was, unable to open the packet.

I was mortified imagining him doing the same thing, the same way on his prom night. I griped at him to get it together.

Soon he was perplexed and helpless as goo was dripping down his hands.

I asked for it back and realized what a jackass I was.

I told him to open up a condom but what I handed him was lube. I nenox9ed him.

"Class dismissed!"

Hey there friends. Do ya like what we do? If you are in a place to let go some flow, here is where folks donate to the clowns to keep the rubber side down and the smiling side up. Who knows, maybe we will even inscribe donor's names on our bikes. :)

http://oliveanddingo.com/donate/

Thanks kid. :)

I called my son to see how his first school days went. "We played a game called 2 truths and a lie. For my lie I told the class you were rich!..and it's totally provable because your totally poor HAHAHA! Cool huh?"