The night before her birthday we brought her down to the basement and had her cover her ears and close her eyes while I brought out the cuddly present.
Yay! A bike! (Although I think I look a little more excited than she does. Or maybe I'm about to take a huge bite out of her.)
When I went upstairs to get the door, Corina pretended the bike was killing her and Max took pictures. They're quite a team.
This bike is way bigger than her old one, which was actually Max's old bike from when he turned 4. She did a great job riding it.