Number three: Learn to ride a bike.
A real bike, she insisted.
With pedals.
Like the big girls across the street.
Because they get to ride super fast and go around and around in the cul-de-sac.
Go get 'em, Abby.
Meanwhile, Caleb is totally digging his new hand-me-down balance bike.
I thought I told these kids to stop growing up. Apparently, they're not listening to me.
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