Most mornings, my Dad puts on a funny helmet and leaves the house. I'm thinking, "a little overprotective, maybe, but okay, he wants to be safe. I get it." Turns out he's going on a bike ride, and that he's riding to some place called an office. This "office" was a mystery until the other day, when Mom and I went to visit. And here it is! I gotta say it's a little boring in there, so I'm not sure why he goes there so much. Other than this roll-y chair, there isn't anything fun to play with.
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