Sunglasses: Quay, Necklaces: Grandma’s DIY and oNecklace, Sweatshirt: Current/Elliott, Bag: Alexander Wang, Dress: Rebecca Michaels, Shoes: Converse
I saw a father and son unicycling today on the street.
Every couple of feet the little boy would fall off, the father would wait a couple steps ahead, and they’d ride on.
I’m dying to know, what is the point of this?
Does the little boy ever think to himself, “Why can’t my dad and I ride normal bicycles”?
How much more fun would it be if the son didn’t fall off every couple of minutes?
Is this some form of torture?
And if so, should my cousin be applying this with her sons?
Food for thought.
*Photographs taken by the BF.