Smoothie anyone?

Mommy and Daddy take me to Tower Grove Park at least once every week. The visits are normally productive, fun, and, overall, very successful. We play, we swim, we run. But, every now and then, something does go wrong. For example, a few weeks ago Daddy decided that we should ride our bikes to the TG market (the amount of dust on the bikes told me that it had been quite some time since they had seen daylight). Because I am easy-going and cooperative by nature I hopped into my bike trailer with nothing more than a big grin and my ain't-it-great-to-be-alive attitude. We took off, and, for a little while, it was great to be alive. The wind in my hair, the sun on my face--a girl could hardly ask for more. Then, WHAM! POW! POP! What was that? Surprise.....Daddy's big ole dusty bike got a big ole dusty flat tire. Well, we finally made it to the market (I'll spare you the details--but let's say it involved a lot of bike walking for Mommy) and I had a Peach/Pear/Apricot Smoothie. Yum.