The guys that live above us are college-age and one of them has been teaching Sammy how to skateboard a little. He loves it so much, so I finally got him a skateboard today. First, of course, I made him do a bunch of jobs to "earn" the money. He cleaned the windows (sprayed 10 gallons of cleaner on the glass and left big puddles on the windsills), cleaned his room (threw stuff under his bed) and vacuumed the baseboards, (he actually did pretty well with this). So, anyway, I bought him the skateboard and the knee pads, elbow pads, and wrist guards that go with this sport. He was pretty precious.