OK, so last night I found out a little problem about bike rides. Apparently they don't just end when you want them to.
Me, Mommy and Daddy went out for a cruise last night. We all had our helmets on, and I was strapped in behind Daddy in my trailer, so it was all good from the get go.
After about 15 minutes, I got bored and figured I would let Daddy know that it was time to stop. But apparently, we were at some place called "literally the farthest point away from our house", so Daddy wouldn't stop. He just turned around and kept going.
Now I figured if I cried a bit, that would get us out and back home doing something else. Apparently not, cuz it took 15 minutes of crying for us to be back home.
Maybe next time I have to cry harder.
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