Mad Skill With a Muffin

This morning Jill and I each ate a muffin (courtesy of my mom) for breakfast (we were running a little late). Jill, who has a little better balance and more control over her bike than I do, ate hers en route to BYU campus. I teased her she was going to drop it somewhere.

"If I drop anything, it'll be me falling off my bike," she said.

But sure enough, before we even got to the first light, she called, "Jess!"

"Did you drop your muffin?" I asked without fully turning around to see.

Her voice was exultant. "Yes, but I caught it with my knees."

I turned to look at her in disbelief. "No way."

"Yes, way." She waved her half-eaten muffin in my face, the irrefutable evidence.

We rode the rest of the way to campus. On the way, Jill dropped her trash in a trash can on the side of the road without stopping or wavering.

Wow.

Good muffins, by the way, Mom. Thank you. :)