I heard a curious dragging sound out in the back yard. Clunk-clunk-drag-toss-hollow bang-clunk.
White things littered the lawn.
Tonka, you’re making quite a mess.
Give what to you? This? But it’s mine. I killed it.
She’d worked too hard to give it up that easily. It’s a good thing this was an OLD bicycle helmet. It couldn’t have been a good one because my kids would never have left theirs lying around.
Concerned Traffic Safety Officer: “Excuse me son, where is your bicycle helmet?”
My kid: “The dog ate it.”



































