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Yeah. About last night. You know when I screamed at the top of my lungs when I discovered you and the neighbor boys flying down the bike path and racing each other behind our house WITHOUT any HELMETS ON???
You came up to me incredibly furious and angry, and told me that I was the worst mother in the world, remember? You yelled at me, and fought with me and argued that I should let you guys race down the bike path at a MILLION miles an hour with NO HELMETS ON.
I guess you don’t remember when I had to carry Sarah to the ER when she fell off her bike while riding past our house while using NO HANDS. And, when your cousin had his, um, private spot ripped open last summer when he crashed his bike and the handle bars ripped it wide open- did we forget to talk about that???
Oh, and when your other cousin’s best friend had to be LIFEFLIGHTED to the hospital because he crashed while riding WIHTOUT a HELMET three summers ago and barely survived??? Yeah, I guess I forgot to tell you about that, too.
When you told me I was the worst mother in the world and that you hated me?
It didn’t bother me a bit.