Hey, That’s My Bike!
4yo Drake had mastered his trike, riding it back and forth to preschool (a mile round trip) several times. We ordered a bike, and he and G. Grod went to pick it up tonight. They returned with a green bike, a tyrannosaurus-headed horn, and a race-car helmet in youth size, because the child size was too small. (Large heads run in the family.)
The first time out, Drake was nervous with the training wheels, since only one is on the ground at a time. But G. Grod took him out again, and he got the hang of it, and ended up doing four loops of our street block.