Riding my bike with Dad or Mom doing all the work is such a blast. I can sit back, check out the views, and wave to my good buddies in the neighborhood. But, judging from the photographic evidence, you can probably guess what I think about having to ride the bike by myself.
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Oh, my poor baby! What's wrong? Do you want Gramma to push you for awhile? You look so pitiful! Your sad face makes me want to cry, too! I love you!
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