Triking in the 'Burbs: Of Mud, Marathons, and Markets

The kids have been out tricycling around the cul-de-sac for about an hour, playing all the while. First it was just races, then they liked to pretend they got stuck in the "mud puddles" of the sewer lids in the street. They took turns pulling each other out. And then they pretended to be the ice cream man and fruit lady, selling treats and produce to each other and me (and still getting stuck in the "mud"). I had chocolate and hot fudge sundaes and creamsicles, and strawberries and apples and grapes and blueberries. I grew up on a cul-de-sac, too, and it's really the best kind of suburban street.