As for my commute, I didn't have one. I've been off all week, at home doing house projects. But today I took the opportunity to escort my son on his first ever ride to preschool. I let him sleep in and we lingered over breakfast to give the morning rush time to clear out. Then we put on our helmets and rode 3.2 miles from our house to his preschool. He did great, listened to my directions, rode right alongside of me and kept looking for cars and other obstacles. And pointed out the flatbed truck, the forklift, the lightrail train, the garbage truck, the cherry picker... (If you have a young boy, you'll know how they're obsessed with trucks, trains, and heavy equipment.)

I could not be prouder of that kid!