In the middle of riding bikes tonight Oliver suggested we take off his training wheels. Anticipating a long evening (week or more) of crashes, tears and frustration I told Oliver that as soon as he mastered riding without training wheels we'd get him a new bike (Oliver's current bike is a $5 Huffy with bald tires and the chain guard is irreparable (Note: $5, not the side of the road)). As I was saying these words Oliver was mounting his bike. The words were still suspended in mid-air when Oliver tore down the driveway, turned and then proceeded to race up and down the street - seriously, no hesitation just pure speed. "Mommy, I get a new bike!" I scraped my jaw from the pavement, told Oliver I would indeed start my search for a new bike for him and then ran to the house to get my camera to capture what I thought was at least a week or so away.
I am so proud of Oliver! I can not believe I spent the evening watching him race a two wheeler up and down the street and then do tricks with it on a ramp (ah, yes, that is how the biking ended). Congratulations Oliver!
Very exciting! Congrats!
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