It seems innocuous. Bright and shiny. Fun, perky streamers. A handy compartment in the back for storing treasures. Totally harmless.
Unless it is accompanied by this:
I happen to look with my eyes when I'm walking, but Javi doesn't. Therefore, the sweet trike turns into a maniacal machine determined to break one of his legs.
He tripped over it no less than five times the Sunday he left for camp. Somehow it always managed to be right in his path of movement.
And when it wasn't stationary, it was being steered by a little girl on a mission to wreak havoc on her big brother's nerves by running over his toes, crashing into his calves, hiding his camp supplies in the "trunk."
Think it worked?