bike in bedroom? huh?

So the other night I was going into Alex's room to tell him to wrap up what he was doing and get into his PJ's, and he must have heard me coming, because he basically met me at his bedroom door.

With a funny little smirk.

I know that smirk.  I know it well.  And it usually means something is up.

So I said, "What's up?"

And he said, feigning innocence, "Nothing.  What are you doing in here?"  We are still pretty much in the doorway of his bedroom.

So of course I said, "What is up, Al?"

And so he's all like, "Nothing Mom." Still innocent.  So I make my way into his room with him at my heels and I notice, of all things, a bike tire sticking awkwardly out of his partially closed closet door.

"Is that your bike in your closet?"  I ask.

"Yes!"  He says, rather indignantly.  It wouldn't have been the brightest move if he tried to deny it seeing that the evidence was plainly sticking out of the closet. Otherwise, knowing Alex, he would have tried to deny it.

"Well, what is your bicycle doing in your bedroom closet??" I ask.

"I'm sick of Megan riding it." was his answer.

Huh.  So I was thinking that he was pretty selfish.  I mean, he is gone until at least 5:30 or 6 every day after school with soccer, and what does he really care if she rides his bike when he isn't around, except to give her a hard time.  So I said, "Well, that's pretty selfish.  Now please get your bike out of the closet and go put it back in the garage!"

And he was looking all sheepish and stuff, and he goes, "Well it is my bike and she keeps taking it without asking and she left it over at the field unattended (he really said unattended - LOL), and someone could have stolen it. Mom."  Do your kids complete a sentence and then add "Mom.", kind of like a statement at the end?  Mine do.

And then I thought about it.  This kid loves his bike.  It is his only mode of transportation around town, and he actually does take care of it.  He also tried to help Megan fix her own bike.  And I know he has asked her not to take it, and she has been doing it anyway when he is at practice.  I should partially blame myself for looking the other when when I notice her doing this because I don't feel like carting her bike to the bike shop.

So I still made him take it out of his room and bring it downstairs and into the garage.  But I am not going to make him share it with her.  It is his bike.

I guess that  means I am going to have to cart Megan's bike up to the bike shop. Damn.