So, today he took off the training wheels and we went across the street to the school parking lot and took turns practicing on their bikes.
N fell down immediately and ran off screaming. I got him calmed down and ready to try again. H tried twice and said she was done. I told her she was not. I had to compare it to when she learns lines or a song or a dance for a play -- that she keeps trying even though she makes mistakes. She was not entirely convinced.
On N's next turn he started to find his "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!" His bike is so low to the ground though that it is very uncomfortable for Don to run scrunched over with him. He is so short though that he can't do a bigger bike. H kept grudgingly give it another try. When N kept giving it longer tries and showing more success I had to plant the seed...such a mean mom..."How will you feel when you 5 year old brother can ride a two-wheeler and you can't?" I'll let her chew on that a while. We'll keep practicing. After all practice makes perfect right?




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