She rode her brother's bike all the way around the block. By herself. (And no helmet)
In some ways I couldn't be more proud of her. She's exploring her world.
In some ways it scared me shitless. I didn't know where my child was. But she came back, safe and sound. And very proud of herself.
And no one called the cops (which is what I'm really afraid of)
Ike was told, next time, instead of coming home to tell me where she was, that he should stick with her. "Always stick together."
But they both broke the rules, they are supposed to stay on our street without going around the corner.
Both have lost their right to play in the front of the house for the rest of the week.
My babies are growing up!