"Mom, can I go outside and ride? Pleeeeeease?"
"Um? (trying to think of reasons why not). Er.Hmm. Okay."
Why, you ask, am I so hesitant to let my son go and ride his bike? Why do his sisters regularly refuse to ride with him ? (or lay down rules) Why do I daily regret the moment he learnt to ride?
The answer is simple. He is a freaking maniac. That simple request (to ride his bike) consumes me with fear in an instant.
Pushing his bike up the hill and around the corner.
Then PEDALLING as fast as possible down the same hill, around the hairpin bend and then attempting to WHEELIE over the speed bumps.
My shattered nerves. Literally.
Cant he just watch tv. Like forever?