Last week, her own darling Daddy bought Posy her first 'big girl' bike. He put it together for her, took her and her sisters riding at the local ex-railway yards, which have been made over into a trendy museum/university arts department/cafe precinct, and then bought them pink milk at the cafe. This was a total parenting-picture-postcard kind of day, the kind that almost never happens, a 'the weather is beautiful, wish you were here' kind of report, on that sunny day between the two weeks of parenting-as-a-torrential-downpour...love those sunny days.
Overheard as their Daddy put the new pink and purple bike with purple trainer wheels together out in the courtyard:
Rosy: Now Mummy is the only person without a bike.
Posy: Mummy doesn't need a bike because she is always needing to do jobs.
I heard them through the open laundry window as I was... sorting the washing. I think I need to buy a bike.