My Uncle Adam and Aunt Amy gave me an awesome new bike as a birthday/Christmas gift.
Every morning I come downstairs saying, "New bike-icle?" to make sure it's still here. (Who can blame me for my confusion? Why would you call it a "bike" if the real word is "bicycle"? Really.)
Thank you Uncle Adam and Aunt Amy. I love it!
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Can he really ride it/pedal? It took Resli until a few weeks ago, LOL.
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