But I always figured my biking was, as far as obsessive compulsions go, not too bad. I mean, I get some exercise, get out in the fresh air, and relieve stress, seemed like a win win, but well, recently something happened that is making me rethink how harmless it all is.
First let me provide a little background for those of you who don't ride. Now, you probably know that most cyclists wear padded shorts when they ride, to protect their nether regions. But you may not have known that some of us who get really into it discover that the shorts aren't that great, and turn to bibs. Bibs are, well, they're a lot like a wrestling singlet, but, if possible, even creepier. Let me illustrate:
A wrestling singlet:
Which for some reason I keep mistyping as "sniglet". Just seems better to me I guess. Anyway, for comparison, here are cycling bibs:
They're like a skimpier sniglet. With a padded ass. And yes, you have to strike such awesome poses when you wear them. Oh, and for the women (and perverts), don't think you're left out:
Something about that photo just totally creeps me out. Anyway, back to our problem. See, Kiki grabbed a pair of my wife's underwear out of the clean laundry and pulled them on. Harmless enough, and maybe even a good sign that our potty training efforts are gaining traction.
But then she proceeded to pull the waistband up over her shoulders, like suspenders, and run around saying "Kiki bike! Kiki bike!". Needless to say my wife was concerned. Needless to say I've never been prouder of my little girl.