He rode on to Nana's house.
To eat a popsicle.
And walk around barefoot.
Friday came and he did the same thing.
Rode his bike to Nana and Papaw's.
When he came back out his bike was gone.
"Why didn't somebody ask before they took my bike?"
5 year old sister said in her best 'grown up' voice,
"if they really needed a bike they should have asked for one
and we would have given them a bike but they didn't and that's called stealing."