Surprise!! or not...

I hate surprises.  Really I do.  It's not that I hate surprises per say, just when I know that I am getting a surprise.  I like them if I don't know there's one coming.  But this surprise was not for me.  It was for Wyatt.  His birthday is coming up soon and at the consignment sale I saw a bike that was perfect for him.  So, I decided to get it for him for his birthday.  Frank and I had it hidden in our guest bedroom that no one ever really goes in.  And everything had gone fine since we brought it home.  Until Sunday night...someone opened the door to the bedroom and decided to have a look around.  Well, two somebodies  actually.  With a very excited shout, Wyatt runs into the den and proclaims to his father that there is a bike in the bedroom, a red bike, in the bedroom and guess what?  It fits his hiney!!  How can you get upset at something like that?  You can't.  So, today, Wyatt rode his birthday surprise all morning long, up and down the driveway.  Remembering to tell me over and over how much he loves his new bike.  I tried to upload a picture to the blog, but for some reason it wouldn't load, so you will have to wait to see that big grin on his new bike.  So, even if I don't like surprises, at least one of mine does...