Dad clicked his helmet strap, heading to the front door, but a wall of couch cushions blocked his path. "Attention!" Mikey shouted, waving the spatula around. "This is Airport Se-cu-wity! No boarding without a ticket!"
“Guys, I just want a quick bike ride,” Dad said, looking at his watch.
Leo stepped forward, took Dad’s water bottle, and shook his head seriously. "Liquid lava," Leo whispered. "Con-fis-kated for safety."
Dad sighed and stepped toward the 'scanner' - a taped diaper box. As soon as he stepped inside, Leo screamed, "BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEP!". "Oh no," Mikey said. "Sir, you are full of beeps. Back of the line."
“It’s the shoes,” Mikey said, pointing at Dad’s bike shoes. “They make scary click-clack sounds.”
Dad sighed and took them off. “But I can’t ride without them!” he said.
Now wearing only socks and his helmet, Dad asked, “Am I ready to go now, officers?”
Mikey looked at Leo. Leo looked at the window, where a gray cloud floated by.
“Actually,” Mikey said, “the plane is broken. It’s a boat now.”
Dad looked at the door, then at his socks. The bike ride was over.
“A boat?” Dad smiled and dropped his helmet in the laundry basket. “Okay. I’ll be the anchor.”
The hallway wasn’t an airport anymore. It was the ocean, and Dad was the biggest anchor.
Leo climbed on Dad’s back while Mikey steered the pillow ship.
Sometimes, the best place to go is the living room floor.
