2 wheels are better than 4

This common adage of 'like father, like son'; has proven itself to be so true when I look at K and dh. Maybe it is that glint of admiration in K's eyes, whenever they spend time together. I see him closely observing his dad, imitating his every move.

He knows he has the license to snack when his dad opens a pack of potato chips or caramel corn. And would proudly exclaim to our helper, "I am sharing chips with my daddy." He loves sitting next to dad and wants his own PS3 control when the latter is playing golf, giving customary high fives to one another when they score a 'hole-in-one' and then pumping his fist in the air, together with a resounding 'Yes' (times like these I wonder what he will be doing when he turns 5).

Many times I find myself nudging dh, reminding him always to be that good role model for K (especially when it comes to his snacking habits).

There's this other thing they have in common; their interest in motorcycles. Dh owned a couple of motorcycles in his youth and I remembered enjoying the experience as a pillion rider Somehow K picked up this interest along the way, and all dh did was to be that indulgent dad who got him a set of motorcycle toys. So far K shows no sign that he is sick of this interest and I find myself having to constantly entertain K's questions of, "Is there one or two exhausts?" or "Is that a road bike or a chopper?", whenever we see motorcycles on the road.

I am letting him enjoy his obsession for now and hopefully gets it out of his system, and will move on to other things when he finally reaches the age when he can obtain a motorcycle/car license.