To discipline Sam to watch where he's going when he rides, I had him pick up the pieces that broke off and haul the bike into the garage. We actually do have a duplicate of the bike for Caleb to ride while he waits for a new one, but this one has a little horn on it, and he's so big that whenever he pedals, his knee comes up and beeps the horn. Makes for a noisy ride.

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I still have a scar on my chin from falling off my bike when I was a child. I dread (or should I say: dredd? As in Judge ... ) the day one of my children comes running home screaming with blood all over the place.
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