Bodin got a new bike from Grandma and Grandpa Cobb for Christmas last year and he absolutely loves his bike. Look at the smile on his face when he received it.
He rode it down the street to play the other day and left it laying in someones driveway. Well, the kids decided that they wanted to play basketball and asked the dad to move the car so they could play in the driveway. I am sure you can tell where this story is going....
The pictures do not do the devastation of the bike justice. It is much worse than it looks. The bike got completely run over. Ben went to get Bodin to tell him it was time for dinner and that is when Bodin discovered the bike was smashed. Ben had Bodin drag it home (the wheels won't even turn) with Bodin in tears the entire time. You see, we would have more sympathy, but we constantly tell the kids not to park in the driveway. Do they listen? NO! And this was not the first time his bike has been run over, Ben ran it over before, but luckily that was just the rim and it was still driveable after a little bit of bending the metal back in place. This time there is no way to fix it.
We let him cry for a while to teach him a lesson and then I told him we would probably go to Wal-Mart for a cheap bike (it gets smashed anyway) in about a week. Well, he came home from school yesterday with this...
Unless the child decides to wait until Chritmas and prays for Santa to give him some sympathy on top of a good sale, I am not seeing a Tony Hawk bike coming his way.
To finish the story, we went and got Bodin a bike at Wal-Mart. He was so excited, we came home, hooked up the babies in the bike trailer and decided to go for a ride. We got to the other end of the neighborhood when Bodin starts yelling. I look back to see his pedal has fallen off. Ben picks it up and screws it back on. It falls off again. This goes on for the next 10 minutes with Journey screaming wildy in the bike trailer. The decision is made that the bike will have to be pushed home. The screws on the pedal are totally stripped. We had to pack it up and take it back to Wal-Mart for another new bike. All is now well.
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