Last night, Chuck asked if she could ride her bike home from school today. We said that that was fine, Daddy would drop her off at school in the morning with her bike, and she could ride home. When she got home, she was to call her Dad at work and let him know she was safe.
This morning, Chuck went and got her bike lock and proudly told Dad that to get a lock that works, you just have to pick one that’s not your favorite colour. Then the lock fell apart in her hands.
Dad said no problem, we’ll stop at Home Hardware and you can buy a new one.
Then she started crying.
She spent her allowance at the school book fair on pencils and erasers.
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