On Monday, Vivi's cousin Noah reached the ripe old age of four. Aunt Kate had hidden his present in our basement for safekeeping, as it is difficult to hide large objects from a four year old when you live in an apartment.
Unbeknownst to Noah, Vivi found it first. And boy was she in awe.
Really, who wouldn't be? That thing is sweet! She inspected it from every angle.
Then came the realization that if she pushed it, it would MOVE. She moved it very slowly and carefully, being so very gentle, while murmuring, "Biiiiike. Biiiiiike. Vivi naaaiiiice. Biiiiike."
However, when I turned around from chasing Ollie away from the cat box (SO GROSS, OLLIE), I found her very covertly touching her tongue to the back wheel, very delicately, just to get the bike's full measure. At that point, I decided it was time to go upstairs.
An unpopular decision. I was rather glad when Noah's present went to Noah's house.