So there is a particular bike that is often parked/locked up right outside our house on the sidewalk. It’s a pink Bianchi, at least ten years old, with animal print on the saddle.
A couple of days ago, Jack and I met the owner of the bike on the sidewalk, during one of Jack’s many walks around our house. She smiled at Jack and offered him a flower that she had just picked in her garden. She told Jack the flower was called a "cosmo." Jack announced, "Jack has purple cosmo," and smiled.
Later Jack walked by the bike and started looking closely at the different parts of the bicycle. He would point at a part and I would tell him the name of it. But as the game wore on, I felt like he was being a little too touchy-feely with someone else’s mode of transportation, and I told Jack that we were going to leave the lady’s bicycle alone now.
Fast forward to today. Jack walked up to the bike on the sidewalk, and started telling me all about the different parts of the bicycle. At least I think he was talking about the bike…
Jack, verbatim, on the parts of the bike: "This is the lady’s break. This is the lady’s wheel. This is the lady’s seat. This is the lady’s rack."