David turned three in early December. He got a big wheel, which he quickly proceeded to bring down our driveway which is a long hill. We soon realized that he needed a helmet to go with the big wheel despite the fact that it is low to the ground. Later that day, he crashed into a post with it an bumped his lip. We wondered if a hockey helmet would be more appropriate.
Later we had cupcakes and celebrated as a family. I think David was still understanding what it meant to have a birthday. For a few weeks after, he still insisted he was two and a half.
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