The rule in our house is that Luke can not ride his bike past the entrance to our cul-de-sac. Even then, I have to be outside watching him ride. He must stay on the sidewalk and he's not allowed to cross the street. Therefore, he rides his bike to one end, stops, turns his bike around, and rides on the sidewalk all the way back to the other end.
Now that I wrote it out, I realize that I sound a bit like a crazy overprotective mother. Maybe so, but come on now, he's only 4!
Last week, I was standing in the front of the house watching Luke ride around, when he turned to look at me and defiantly said that he was going to ride out of the cul-de-sac. When he returned from his little joyride, 5 minutes later, I told him that he had to come inside to be punished. This eventually led to a big yelling match across the cul-de-sac (I'm sure our neighbors just love us). Finally, I, along with the help of our 10 year old neighbor, had to literally drag Luke back into the house while he was kicking and screaming. This was not my proudest moment.
After the dust settled, I started to think. Maybe I am too strict with Luke. Our neighborhood doesn't seem that dangerous. Maybe I should lighten up on his boundaries. After all, when I was 5, my mother used to let me walk home from school alone and it seemed really far! I even google mapped it out to see how far it really was, it turned out to be a whopping .4 miles. It's a miracle I survived.