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[21:59] The Destructive Gene
Turns out that Gabe may have inherited my "destructive gene" which causes objects made by mortal humans to just "come apart in our hands" (or to "have one of your accidents" as my mother puts it). We got him a bike for Christmas (ie approxiamtely 86 days ago) and this is what the training wheels and rear tire look like today: