C has a habit of always falling behind T and me when we go for bike rides. He’s either tired or his seat is uncomfortable. When I tell T to stop so we can wait for C, he usually becomes frustrated with having to wait. All of that changed on Tuesday.
With about a mile to ride before arriving home, I told C that, if he could stay close to his brother – no farther behind than the distance between two telephone poles – he could have ice cream when we arrived home.
He beat both of us to the driveway.