So said Beckie, many times, when G was but a very tiny girl. And I believed it, still do, still did. but not anymore…its been a creeping feeling for quite some time. I mean, no one wants to doubt the declaration of Mom, but when we are spinning together she just ain’t into the rough rides anymore. Going down the Red Mountain power plant road today there was much voiced displeasure. It never got to the point of being really upset, in fact, I think she was rather enjoying hearing the sound of her complaining and the effect the bouncing was having on it. She went for wahyaahyaahyahahyahyah much more than for whaaahahahaahaa. It was intentional, she knew it, and liked it. And so did I, it was damn funny. I deserved a break, complaining babies are difficult. So we rode over the rocks. It was funny, she didn’t like it, sort of. The bouncier the better.