Just as with his sister, my parents gifted David with his first bicycle as an early third birthday present. Hot Wheels, with a monster truck on the front and all! He "helped" his daddy put it together and revved the engine on the handle bars, all very impatiently insisting it only needed one wheel. Okay no just the two wheels. OKAY FINE! FOUR! The helmet we had unfortunately didn't fit his enormous noggin so we will have to find him another asap (you try telling a boy with a new bike he can't ride said bike without a helmet on it's inaugural ride).
Just like with his sister he spent too much of his attention staring at his
feet and neglecting his handle bars. And braking instead of peddling.
That sort of thing. And don't let that bottom lip fool you, he was so
psyched that he squealed and jumped and clapped when he saw it. That lip is
just his resting face.
Thank you Nonna and Poppop for this little boy's first bike!!! Now we practice, practice, practice to make it perfect, perfect, perfect.
