Outsmarted by a 5 year old

Mark has started sleeping in his bed again. Apparently, sleeping in his tent the last nine months was just a cog in his master plan.

On Sunday, I realized that Enzo's mattress was finally past the point of being useful. Instead of spending 50 bucks for a new mattress (it survived Mark for a few years too) we decided to move Mark's bed into Enzo's room. (He wasn't using it, after all) Low and behold, Mark announces that he is going to start sharing the bed with Enzo and that it was his goal all along. 9 months sleeping in a tent so we would move his bed to his brothers room. 12 months ago, we were prepping to move, and Mark couldn't stand his brother and him sharing a room. Now....

I can't really complain though, they are playing together more and its like they are bonding better than they had been. Might be worth it after all.

On a side matter, I realized it might not be that expensive to replace the axle/skewer on my rear wheel on the Schwinn to make it work with the bike trailer. I mentioned this to Mark, and he told me he likes the other bike better. He actually said his favorite was the Street 100. It took me a few momnets to realize that he was refering to the model of the bike, it is an ST 100 (Royce Union) and to me it is a heavy beast of a bike. I don't know why Mark likes it, but it is a sturdy thing, and I think it may well survive until he is big enough to ride it.

I really wouldn't have much use for it if I did replace the quick release for the Schwinn for a Bolt on spindle/axle. But I have to face the reality that Mark really is near the limit of the trailer, and Enzo won't last much longer in the trailer either.

With my wanting a faster bike, I don't see much purpose to keeping this one around much longer, but Mark's words haunt me a little. The last few weeks I have begun to question what happened to my dad's old bikes. I figure he probably got rid of them back when he had cancer, or they were just left behind after he died and his wife split town. I was living about 4 or 5 states away at the time, and I really doubt they somehow continue to exist sitting in the garage at my grandparents. I know he had at least one road bike, he once did the whole cross USA bike tour thing. The farthest I have gone is Tipp City. I may never do such a trip myself, perhaps I will one day when the kids are much older. Who knows, maybe by then Mark will want to do that ride too, and he might well be crazy enough to go along, on the 'street 100.'