The four AND A HALF year old then proceeds to put 'Mamère' safely in her bicycle basket and peddles onward while continuing our little "chat". There I was. IN the phone, on the screen, in the bottom of the bicycle basket looking at palm trees and sky while my granddaughter did the tour guide of Playa Vista. At one point she dismounted to show me a flower she thought I might like to see. There was one scary moment at a cross walk when we got stuck. Zoë cleverly yelled "help!" and a big hand grabbed our basket and pulled us out of the rut. Upon arriving at the park, my tour conductor dismounted, picked me up and turned the camera the other way so that I could have a good view of the playground. After several blurry, running moments we arrived at the tube-slide and Luca was allowed to slide me through the yellow tunnel ....very exciting. At this point, Daddy made a good decision to say goodbye and I was rather glad. It's exhausting to go to the park in the bike basket, not to mention a little bumpy.
And they rode off into the sunset.