Rider

Chi turned three this year, so I thought I'd buy the starter bike every toddler seems to get.

Two weeks past Christmas, I allowed Chi to get the bike out of the basement of Oma and PopPop's house. We dressed it up with tassles, put on our coats, and ventured outside.

Ten minutes later, frustration got the best of Chi. After many recitations of

"Maybe you can do it, mom."
"Make it go..."
"It not drive."

and various other Chi-isms, the little one gave up and decided biking was not for her.

I never even got the chance to buy that bike helmet!!!