A girl and her 'bike'.

Don't call it a "trike".  She hears "truck" and gets mad and will tell you "it's not a truck, it's a bike!"  Emma loves this 'bike'.  She rides laps around the house on it.  All day. She rides it up and down the driveway.  She loads the trunk up with red berries from the bush outside, her 'wizards', Ryan's bunny, you name it.  If it is missing look in Emma's trunk.  I have found her up in the middle of the night joy riding down the hallway.  She is fast too,  and has learned to balance items on her knees while she is hauling rear through the house.  (The glass piggy bank was a bad idea).