Look What My Daddy Got Me

Since Carter's birthday is next month, I have been trying to convince Jeff that we should get Carter a new bike with training wheels. Carter saw some of the neighbor kids riding around on their bikes and and has repeatedly said "I want a big boy bike Momma." All Carter wants to do is ride bikes lately, so I figured it would be a great gift. When I talked to Jeff about it he was let's just say not really into the idea. He felt that Carter was fine with his tricycle and that he would grow out of the bike too quickly. I knew he was probably right so I told him I would look and see if I could find one at a garage sale for under $10 or so. Carter and I hunted and even went as far as looking on Craigs list for one. However, we never found one. When I mentioned it to my mom, she happened to mention it to a co-worker and behold the following weekend, we had a bike for $5. A few days later, we took a trip to Toys R Us to let Carter point out some things he wanted for his birthday. (Big mistake, of course he wanted everything :) Anyway, while we were there Carter wanted to ride one of the bikes with training wheels. So Jeff pulled one down expecting to prove to me that he wouldn't even be able to climb up on the bike. Carter climbed on without problem, and took off riding up and down isles in the store. Jeff was shocked and saw just how excited Carter was to ride it. Then, he turns to me and said "Yeah, I think we are going to have to get him that bike. I just didn't expect him to take off like that." I just smiled and tried not to say I told you so, but I was saying it in my mind for sure. I reminded him that my mom had already gotten him one, but Jeff insisted we leave that one at Grandma's and get him one for our house. He claimed that it is a joy that every Dad should get to experience, picking out his son's first bike. So, I figured who am I to stand in his way. A few days later, Jeff picked up the bike on his lunch hour and came home with it. We decided since Wisconsin summers are so short, we would give it to him early so that he would have more time to ride it. That evening we surprised Carter with the bike. The picture below is Carter the moment he saw the bike. Carter has said at least 5 times now, "thank you so much Daddy for my new bike." Or he will show his friends the bike and say "look what my Daddy got me." Even though I am the one that worked on convincing Daddy to get the bike, Daddy takes all the credit. Can someone please explain to me how that happens. Do all Dads take a class on how to sneak in and take the credit for all things good? Oh the injustice!!!!