The Sisters of Mercy already sang it. Sometimes one needs a push in the right directions. Especially at a tender age. At real tender ages one hopes to have parents around to provide such a push. But sometimes, even parents are not so sure.
Rolands daughter would turn 1, and I was invited to the party. And I had been thinking what to give her. First world children tend to have much more than they care for, so giving them something that really adds to their lives is hard. And then I knew.
Maria is English, and Roland has turned English-ish. So I suspected they might, with all their good intentions, allow Rosa to grow up in a horrid, painful void. Of bicyclelessness. And that must not happen! One is a good age to start biking, or rather, triking. So I engaged in a crusade to the toyshop around the corner and purchased a tricycle. And indeed, she didn't have one yet! But she liked it! Her legs are too short to reach the pedals, but that will sort itself out soon enough, and until that time she may employ parents, since they are good for pushing. Perhaps that pristine soul is saved now!
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One year is already old enough for a tricycle? Unbelievable!... Lisa is 4 months old, one third of the way, and just discovered she can put her fingers in her mouth...
Lourens
Well, she can't independently propel it yet, but she likes it anyway! So yes things go fast...
I word gek van dat duwen. Die meid weet van geen ophouwen.
Hi hi! Gewoon veel boterhammen met pindakaas voeren, dan kan ze in no time zelf bij de trappers...
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