We have been trying to buy B a bike for MONTHS now. Everytime we go to the store he throws a fit and doesn’t want one. Well, he found out that Heidi (his cousin) has a bike, and he had to ride it while we were at their house last week. So of course, he had to get one. The one stipulation, Grandma said he had to have a helmet, and he wanted a PINK helmet. I told him we would have to ask Daddy, and he started screaming “NO! Daddy is not here! I want a PINK helmet! Daddy is not here!” So he obviously knows that Daddy doesn’t like him to like pink Which I think is totally absurd.
We had the day off yesterday and had an amazing day. We went to the zoo, went to the P&G Hangar at Lunken to have lunch with Grandma Kathy, then we went to buy a bike. We got the only trike they had, which luckily is the one I wanted for him. Then it was time to pick out a helmet. Of course, at first he said pink, but he settled with yellow.
When we got home, he went down for a nap, and when he woke up, he had obviously forgotten about his bike (very unusual, he usually wakes up remembering EXACTLY what he wants to do). We were sitting on the couch eating a snack, and about 15 minutes later he looked at me and said “Where’s my bike?” Of course, the whole time I was waiting for it, so we went outside (camera in hand of course), strapped on his helmet to no complaint, and examined this bike UP AND DOWN. Seriously, he would walk around it, touch it, ask me what the various parts were, sit on it, move it around a little, get up and examine some more. After about 15 minutes, he said “This is not my bike, take it back to the store. This is a baby boy bike“. I explained to him that this was his bike, and it was a big boy bike, so I think we are all good now.
Without further ado….The Bike Exam.
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