"I'm going for a ride on my bike."
Mum comes running as I open the door.
"Wait. You need this."
I stare at the bag Mum has.
"Your left elbow pad."
"The right one."
"Your right knee pad."
"And the left one."
"Here your wrist guards."
"And your helmet."
I quirk an eyebrow.
"You do know I already know how to ride a bike?"
"Uhuh."
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To All The Overprotected Kids.
HumorFrustrations of being an overprotected kid put down on paper. You Know How It Is.
