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In order to tell this story, we must go back, back, back before my sisters birthday.
One day me my brothers were going out to ride their bikes. My little sister followed them to the shed where we keep the bikes. As Ian was getting his bike out, Daci, out-of-the-blue says, "Ian, I wanta pink bike!" No urging, no suggesting, no nothing. She just said it.
Skip to yesterday.
We all went to Toy's R Us to get Daci birthday gifts. Mom and dad got her a pink trike. She has yet to get the hang of it, but she fell in love with it! In fact, when we got back in the van, her bike was put in the back... where she couldn't see it. The first thing she said was, "Where my pink bike go?" Mom cracked up over this.
Today, 7:30 AM. Story as told
Mom, after a restless night, was finaley setaling down and dad was walking out of the bedroom to go to work. A moment later dad popped his head back in and said, "Just so you know, she's up and getting her shoes on." Anouther moment later Daci walks in, look's at mom and said, "Mom, I ready to ride my pink bike!" And she did (tried).
A lot of things in my mind, bundled into a few posts...okay, maybe not just a few.OK, I admit it, there will be a lot of posts. I hope despite the "tangled talking," you will enjoy my blog.
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