Kaeley's Bike

My mom and dad bought Kaeley a bike. She used to have a little red scooter that she liked to ride around in the courtyard, but as soon as the bike came through the front door the scooter was no longer a "scooter". It was now the "baby bike" and given ceremoniously to Nathan for safe keeping.
Yesterday she asked to ride the bike downstairs, but since I had already been planning a fun afternoon at the park I suggested we bring it along with us. She jumped at this idea and reminded me that we needed to get the helmet from Grannie. That bike is not light. It's a sturdy little thing, which I had to bring down three flights of stairs and put in the car. We drove the very short distance to Grannie's, and then to the playground. I brought a picnic lunch, the bike, helmet, a book for me (yeah, what was I thinking), and sand toys.
Kaeley rode her bike from the car to the playground. All the way she spoke of how much she loved the bike that she bought. She even went so far as to say, "Mommy, I love my bike! I just love my bike like God loves His quree-ation and the people He made."
I went into the playground area with Nathan. He had more interest in the few foods I had brought than he was about anything else in the playground. Now I'm not sure what happened with Kaeley. Maybe she didn't feel right and just couldn't express it. Maybe it was too hot and it zapped out her energy. I have no idea. All I know is that I spent the next hour and a half saying things like, "Nathan, no more food, Honey," "Kaeley, go find something to do." "Yes, Kaeley, I understand there are no friends here for you. Use your imagination. Go have fun, "Nathan, just a few more minutes and then we'll have lunch," "Kaeley! Go find something to do!"
Finally, I had had enough and decided an early nap time was in order. I started packing our things away. Kaeley's bike was up on the playground area, which is on a short little hill. It eluded me that maybe Kaeley, who had ridden the bike a whole one day, should need help taking the bike down the little paved ramp to the walkway that runs perpendicular. She put on her helmet, thank the Lord, and proceeded to ride down this little hill while I packed up the sand toys and buckled Nathan into the stroller.
I had just looked over my shoulder when I saw her and the bike race down the little hill. She crashed right into a pole and toppled right over her bike! While there were tons of tears there wasn't a scrape or bruise on her. That's why I say thank God for that helmet! She smacked right into the pole like America's Funniest Videos that aren't so funny.