First Impressions Count for Trainers

A boy on a bike seeks attention from his mother, who continues to talk to her friend instead. The boy casts his mother a sideways glance as her conversation continues. He calls out again. She glances up and then returns to her conversation. Finally the boy rides his bike close to her, lets go of the handlebar, and shouts, “Look Ma, no hand!” She looks up just in time to see him crash into a trash barrel. He now has her attention, but not her praise. That will have to come another day.