Marshall has started riding his bike to and from work again. He called me this afternoon to tell me that his back tire was flat, and asked if I could come pick him up. The kids and I talked in the car about Daddy’s bike being broken, and Tucker was very upset about it. When Marshall finally got in the car and we were driving home, this was the exchange between my sweet son and his dad:
Tucker: Daddy is your bike broken?
Marshall: Yes, Tucker.
Tucker: You can ride the little red bike, Daddy. (He’s talking about his little red tricycle.)
Marshall: Thank you, Tucker.
Tucker: You can ride the little bike until your tall bike is fixed again, ok?
