Posts Tagged ‘rules’

Back in the saddle

Robin had been the keenest cyclist, but his road tumble meant that all three have stayed off their bikes for months.

But there’s been an upsurge of biking interest. First we went to the local woods by bike. There the kids held races along the path, ploughing through mud, sending it squirting it up their backs. Robin was flagged for dangerous riding several times as his weaving stopped him being overtaken.

Then they rode down the wooded slopes where they have tobogganed in the snow. Over jumps and after a few falls, challenged to go down one slope and back up the other side.

The following weekend we tried geocaching by bike. We found our first treasure, but the next two foiled us, despite concerted hunting. Between caches and when the thrill of the hunt faded, they raced each other and shrieked.

Gabe’s bike day at school had prompted the revival. The school letter included the line that children are advised to wheel their bikes to school. L or I mentioned this to Gabe, as it had amused us. We should have known better. For most of the 1km journey to school, Gabe pushed his bike, anxious not to contravene the advice.

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Stick insects

Eliza

Eliza won the right to look after her new class teacher’s stick insects for the summer holiday. Initially, Eliza was keen to play with them: taking them from their enclosure and holding them while they swayed and bowed to music. Her mood changed when one of the three insects died. She was fearful of killing her teacher’s insect collection and became reluctant to hold or touch them. Then one day, she spotted a baby stick insect and a week later another one. All looks set for her to return to school with a net increase in stick insect population.

Robin

So often carefree or brave, Robin has a fear of dogs. In the park he scuttles back to us when he sees a dog coming and cowers by my or L’s legs. He’s not suffered a fright that could explain this reaction and it is as severe for small dogs as it is for the many breeds that stand taller than he.

Gabe

Gabe has a deep-seated need to follow rules, even ones that only exist in his imagination. An infraction to which he is a party causes him enormous angst. I signed him up for an on-line game using a made-up email address – not wanting to use my one and his own was already registered but he couldn’t remember the password. He sobbed and fretted about what I had done – stealing someone’s email address – refusing to play the game, until I agreed to submit my own genuine email address.