after endless fights...the crying, the screaming, the gnashing of teeth...i demanded that you, zoey, get a bicycle...it was for mommy's sanity. even though you are too little for it and cannot make the pedals go round...you had to have it...
a princes bike...
mostly it's just a prop for you to sit on in the house...and you STILL want to fight over jackson's bike...
PEEK...
love your sweet face!!!
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