This week my first grade son and I biked to school. Usually we walk. If we're running behind, we drive.
My son now has enough balance and experience to handle the ride to school.
He said his backpack threw him off his game so I would have to carry it. (Not sure how that works considering it contained a banana and his book order form!)
We were barely out of the driveway when he slammed his brakes and knocked me over. (I guess I would have been ticketed for following too closely.)
The ride went well. You could see the pride on my son's face as he tried to maneuver his bike into the rack. He game his helmet and straight into school.
That's when I realized his mom wasn't able to escort him back. We had a sitter.
This is when I realized that I had defeated the healthy purpose of riding to school.
So I rode back to the house, grabbed the SUV and headed back.
I stuck my head in the school office to explain that I was picking up my son's bike -- so there would be no need to alert police if they thought I was stealing children's' bicycles.
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