When my boys were young, we would ride bikes nearly every single evening. Those memories are treasures to me today. One particular bike ride, though, stand out in my mind. We rode down the street, across the dirt and went to a friend’s house. My boys rang the doorbell, and our friends’ children came out played.
After some time playing baseball, my two sons started bickering and fighting with each other and with their friends. I told them to stop, and after a momentary improvement in behavior, they quickly went back to disobeying me. I told them to get on their bikes, to pedal quickly home and I assured them