This morning I had to drop off Clara at daycare in the bike trailer. Which involved dragging my muddy bike up the narrow basement stairs. And of course, I was wearing white pants.
Anyway, I'm doing my best to resist the urge to swear as the handlebars get caught on coats & bags hanging on hooks in the stairwell, since Clara's watching from the top of the stairs.
Somewhere along the way, I muttered "Stupid bike..." under my breath.
But it wasn't under my breath, because Clara replied: "I don't like it either."
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