Riverside Drive

This is Riverside Drive Munich style - Fred picks up Karl from daycare on her fancy hi-tech citybike. It's about 3 minutes to the bridge. From there it's a lovely half hour ride in the shade of the old trees along the river Isar to our favorite spot near the pedestrian bridge of the Flauchersteg. From there it's customary to Jtxt daddy (i.e. send him a jealousy inducing text message about cool pebbles about to be thrown into the icy mountain water in the slowy waning heat of a summer afternoon), because he remembers those Riverside Drives very well from weekends. If Karl's lucky there's some dogs to watch. Talking about - endless fun can be had these days asking who can bark (Caaaan theeee cat bark? Caaaan theeee rhino bark? Caaaan daddy bark?), which is always answered with a "noooooo!!" squeezed out of a cascade of giggles. We're almost at the point now where the trick question "Caaaan theeee dog bark?" is answered correctly.

If Karl's really lucky there's a pebble throwin buddy like Leo from daycare.