It was my idea to save the bike for Ella’s birthday, so I hid it in a little attic nook accessible from our bedroom. It’s a little space under the roof, under the gable. You know.
Trish told me last night: Ella came downstairs and said, “Mom! I found my bike!”
She was holding a little shark horn/squawker/noise thing that I bought for her handlebars.
I should have known. Ella’s everywhere.
Trish is the master of distraction, which, I think, might foster a short attention span, but in this case it did the trick and I was happy for it. Trish move the bike to a similar space in her closet. Tonight I’m putting it in the real attic.