After we met our friends at the local park, we had a hard time getting home. Gigi was too tired to ride her bike, so I suggested she walk. She understood that to mean walk her bike, and kept hitting herself with the pedals, resulting in going even slower than before. This got progressively worse, tantrums were performed. It ended with me carrying a kicking and screaming Georgia and carrying her bike. The time at the park was fun, but the ending made it not the best outing ever.
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