Rachel had a very exciting afternoon planned today. She was going to ride her bike with her thirteen-year-old neighbor/friend all the way to the little village center a mile from our home, buy some treats, and then ride back. Never having been allowed out biking without a grown-up before (aside from right in our own neighborhood), she was as excited as a 10-year-old with new-found freedom could be.
So! The girls parked their bikes outside the drugstore and went in to purchase some candy. They walked out of the store in time to see an older teen pedaling away, hell-for-leather, on my daughter's bright blue bike, the one with the gears and the water-bottle cage, the one she was so happy to inherit from Brian only the week before.
And I would just like to say to this poor excuse for a human being, "Thanks for being an asshole. Thanks a whole lot."