“You’re mad,” Tracey hissed at me from her side of the bed this morning as I swapped my warm, comfortable bed for a pair of sneakers and a bike helmet. “We get one morning to sleep in a week and you’re up at sparrow’s to ride your bike.”
“I know!” I whispered at her, although I’m not sure why – she was already awake. “Isn’t it great?”
“Are we ready to go home?” I asked Tracey. We’d taken the kids to a park where they can ride their scooters and bikes.
“No, not yet,” she said. “They’re having so much fun.”
“So we’re going to wait until someone hurts themselves then?”
In the world of helicopter parenting, we’re the ones they’ve grounded due to poor maintenance.