One Sunday afternoon, I set out to take my three kids for a neighborhood bike ride. With my youngest in the bike seat, my 5-year-old son rode behind me. His 3-year-old sister, on training wheels, held up the end. As we slowly rounded a corner, I had everyone in single file. Needing to adjust my seat, I said, “Heads up, I’m going to stop my bike so let’s slow down.” I guess they didn’t hear, because my son proceeded to run right into me from behind and then my daughter hit him. As I twisted around to check on their well-being, I lost my balance and my bike started to tip as my 3-year-old started crying.

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