Busted Bike

Stockton was playing outside last week with his friends. He came in with a huge scrape on his side and his back. He was riding his friends bike and didn't know the brakes were on the handlebars. He went straight down our hill and crashed at the bottom. Later I found out that the bike is pretty much trashed. The front rim is broken. I had Stockton write a note to apologize for breaking his friends bike. We made cookies and walked to their house (Stockton, Jorja and I). Stockton would not let me see his note until he had it printed up and ready to go. This was what he wrote:

It's weird how a person makes the handlebars have the brakes, but if that one is one you like, I'm terribly sorry I busted your bike.

Luckily this family knows Stockton pretty well, so I'm sure they were able to tell that was a sincere apology from Stockton. He just has his own way of doing things. Hopefully he'll never borrow a bike again . . . it was weird that he did that in the first place, because he has his own bike here.

When we turned onto our street on our walk home, we could see Maysen and Preston walking up the street. Preston had come looking for us. Maysen was doing her best to keep him from running away. I locked the door with the dead bolt before we left, but he has figured out how to open it. NOT GOOD.

Stockton had the lesson for family home evening tonight. He gave everyone a paper and said, "Write down everything you know on this paper...until you fill it up." So, we all started writing. After about five minutes, Stockton asked us to look at our paper. He said, "Look at how much you know. You could probably fill a million papers with stuff you know. So, if you get an answer wrong, don't feel bad...you know lots of stuff."