Biker London

It was London's turn to learn to ride a bike. Brent got her going, and she took off. She thought Brent was still holding on to the back of her bike, and she cried all the way around the block, "I can't do it, Dad. I can't do it." By the time she realized he was no longer behind her, she was a pro. Now she just needs to work on stopping. Everything was great, and she and Preston were having a good time riding together until a couple of teenagers stopped them and told them that they had to steal some cigarettes for them from us. Our kids told them that their parents don't even smoke, and came home to tell us what was going on. London was really upset. Brent went over to confront the hooligans, and talked to their mother who was just pulling up in their driveway. Hopefully they won't harass our kids any more. Argh.