scootering

Blood & Bone

by

“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.