A few weeks ago, I attempted to get a video of super-August on his scooter. I got this:
And then I escorted him home and told him to put his bike away in the garage. Instead he hurtled across the yard, down our porch sidewalk, and out toward the corner. He always whips around that street corner, picks up speed on the downhill, and then coasts to the bottom. Except, of course, this time.
The only time we can get any real video is when he's confined to the house.