A while ago the lovely Rebbecca and Fermin scavenged a push-a-long tricycle for little Rosie. It's taken her a little while to get big enough to sit in it comfortably and for the weather to get nice enough, but recently we've started venturing out with her riding it like a pro. Well, not really. Steering is an alien concept and thus she occasionally has us going in circles or veering into a random stranger's ankles until we lean over to correct her. But hey, at least she's holding onto the handlebars! Plus it's a great excuse for Kate and I to attempt a passable Freddy Mercury impression. All together now: "she wants to ride her tricycle, she wants to ride her trike...."
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