Just Another Walk

My daughter weaves on her bike this way and that;
So I yell after her: “Stay on the path!”
But she simply looks over her shoulder and laughs.
We make it closer to the park a clip or two,
And she starts to ride ahead as little ones do;
Then gets off her bike, runs back, grabs my leg,
Squeezes hard, and says: “I love you!”
So I just smile and shake my head:
Another walk with my Bailey Boo.