BD keeps growing out of things. Shoes, clothes, even bicycles.
This weekend we got her a new bike at Target (no, not the one they’re remodeling; we went to the old one that they remodeled after they built the new one that they’re remodeling now).
The bikes there are already assembled (thank goodness!), so we wheeled it to the register. I figure we’d pay for it and be out of there. It was not quite so simple.
There was a police officer in the store. I figured she was there for security. Apparently I figured wrong. Because she came right up to us and asked BD if she had a helmet at home to go with the bike. BD’s eyes got very big and she immediately answered, “Yes.” The funny thing is, Kentucky doesn’t even have a bike helmet law.
I’ve always been the Bike Helmet Cop around here, but it’s nice to know I have back-up if I need it.
