"Helen, it's time to go get the kids from school. Let's get the bike."
"No! I want the stroller!"
"No, we don't have time to get there walking now. We need to bike."
"No!!! Stroller!! I want to walk!!" [She was getting a bit more emphatic.]
"Why won't you get on the bike? You love a bike ride."
[Crying now...] "I want to walk with the stroller."
[Light dawning on Mom] "Helen, you don't have to ride in the bumpy bike trailer any more. Daddy put the seat on my bike. You know - the one Grandma and Grandpa brought out for you from Michigan."
[Reluctantly...] "Well, okay."
About 1/2 a mile down the road, I called over my shoulder to Helen, "Are you having fun? Is this better than the trailer?"
[Giggling] "Yes!"
"So are you glad that Daddy got your seat ready for you?
[Gleefully giggling, now] "Yes! My daddy can do...everything! Because he is a big, big daddy. And I love him."
The End.
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