We were very close with our neighbor’s downstate and often had
the privilege of living vicariously through their experiences while
raising their two young boys.
When it was time for their youngest Jeff to learn how to ride a
bike, our friends were constantly reminding him...
"Jeff, what do you do before you get the bike out of the garage?"
"I put on my helmet" was always Jeff's response.
Our neighbors were pleased with the repetitive instructions. They
taught Jeff to be safe and take proper precautions while riding his
two...okay four-wheeled blue treasure. It still had training wheels.
Early one Saturday morning, probably around
There was Jeff,
riding around the cement approach in front of the garage on his
brand new shiny bike. He had escaped apparently and had gone
momentarily unnoticed by his parents.
I started laughing so hard coffee came out my nose. When my husband
asked what was so funny, all I could do was point. Sure enough, he
saw what made me laugh and immediately joined in. After gaining
composure, I decided to give the neighbor-lady a call.
Jeff had learned his lesson well, for there he was in all his
glory...
Helmet on and naked as a Jay bird!