scoot.

Arlo got a wee scooter for Christmas and what with the all the snow, then all the grit, then more snow, then more grit, then the comedy ice this was it's first outing.

As predicted, he did about 10 scoots then demanded to be carried.

Aye right. So I did what any good mother would do and I carried the scooter and made Arlo walk, howling all the way.

The joys of motherhood.