Luke and I rode bikes up to the library today. It went really well until the ride home. We were waiting to cross 30th, a really busy street, when suddenly he went forward. I yelled, it's strange, my yell is really deep, nothing like screaming. He stopped, backed up, smiled and said, "sorry" in an oopsie ha ha kind of tone. I tried to explain to him how dangerous it was and how he had to listen to me and he started to scoot out into traffic again. I grabbed him by the hood and pulled him backwards off his bike. I felt really bad about it but clearly my words were not working. How the heck to you explain to an almost 3 yo that being slammed into by a fast moving car would not be pleasant?? He cried a little bit but seemed to then understand that I was in no way kidding around. We waited and crossed the street without further incident and then ventured home (with him stopping and looking at every alley and intersection).
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