Often, the girls and I enjoy strolling around the neighborhood. There is a nearby trail where we gather sticks (Claire) and flowers (Rory) and draw huge rainbows with sidewalk chalk. Lately, though, Rory has been practicing riding her tricycle in our garage and around our street. Claire, meanwhile, is stylin' in her pink buggy... I strap Jane into the Baby Bjorn, and we're off!
Ohhhh, but wait! Only minutes from our house, Rory notices small pebbles dotting the ground. For reasons I still cannot understand, this caused great alarm and concern; she could no longer ride on a street littered with little rocks. Rory lept from her tricycle. Suddenly, tears sprang up and sad cries came bellowing from her throat. Claire, then noticed that Rory had abandoned the tricycle; this caused Claire great joy... finally, her chance to ride free!!! Claire tries to stand, but quickly realizes she is trapped. She is buckled to a pink prison. The lovely walk has ended. I carry a red tricycle next to a sobbing three year old, push a pink buggy with an unhappy toddler bolted in place and wonder what went wrong?
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That is where you need those trikes with the mama handle to push. So now in our similar circumstance, now Chloe gets to ride the trike and I push her and Emma pushes the stroller or whatever Chloe was in. Hee hee. Kids are so funny.
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