"It's the perfect wheel!" she said over and over as she examined the tricycle wheel. We looked at each other wondering where she learned that phrase. It must be from one of her "shows," we concluded. She did not want to give Daddy the wheel when it came time for its turn during assembly. She clung tightly informing us, "It's the perfect wheel, it's the perfect wheel." We eventually convinced our passionate, newly two, Caroline, that we should put the wheel on the tricycle because she would have a lot of fun riding on it. Even after "the perfect wheel" found its new home on the tricycle, almost tearful cries of "want the perfect wheel, want the perfect wheel" could be heard resonating in the halls.
With Caroline's "help," assembly took a little longer than planned, but it was finally time to gear up in her Minnie helmet and take the tricycle for a spin. "The perfect wheel" turned out to be a little squeaky, but hearing the wheel turn as she rode down the hall only completed the picture. The Minnie helmet quickly became a required accessory not only for tricycle riding, but also for coloring at the table, watching tv, eating, and reading.
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