My Oldest Friend

This is my friend Dylan. We were born one day apart. We've come a long way in 16 months. He was pushing me on Talladega the other day, like, really fast. He has a shopping cart at home to practice with, so he's really good at steering. I can't steer for some reason. I just push the wagon until it slams into the wall.

Yesterday, Dad asked if I wanted to go for a ride and of course I did, so I jumped into my Radio Flyer. But I couldn't find Dad. He was getting his jacket on because he meant that we were going for a ride in Blue. He laughed and pushed me around Talladega a couple of times before we got in the car.