Last week, Lena bicycled down the neighbors’ driveway.  The crash was a big one.  The injury wasn’t bad — just a bruised lip — but quite upsetting for her.   I hadn’t seen the crash and wondered if she had gone down the driveway on purpose. 

Today I took the kids bicycling.  Before we went out, Lena asked me if her lip was all better (it was), but showed no hesitancy to bicycle again.

After bicycling for a while, I told her I was proud of her that she got right back on the bike.  Very wisely, she said,

Dad, it wasn’t my bicycle’s fault.

I smiled and she continued,

It was the driveway’s fault.

OK, not so wisely.  I told her that it couldn’t be the driveway’s fault, after all it didn’t make her bicycle down it.  Looking sheepishly, she admitted,

Well, I thought it would be fun — maybe if the garage door had been open I wouldn’t have crashed.

Hmm.  I guess we need to keep worrying.