When my kids were that old, they loved riding with me on a bike. People asked me, "aren't you afraid of an accident and killing them?" I told them "well, they died doing something they loved". Not many people get to die doing something they love, do they???
I hope when my time comes, I am 115 years old and become a Peterbuilt hood ornament, running away at high speed on my bike from some irate father of a pregnant girl
