I taught Henry how to ride his bike on Friday.
It was no more than 10 minutes for him to go from making me promise, promise, PROMISE, not to let go of him to riding completely solo--stopping, starting, turning, everything!
I'm pretty sure that qualifies me as an awesome teacher!
I've been trying to get him to learn for a long time, but he pretty much just flat out refused to even try.
He only wanted to ride on his scooter or skateboard.
I knew that eventually the lure of bike trips down to Braums would win him over, though, and finally on Friday it did!
Today, he started practicing riding with only one hand, doing dangerously sharp turns, and I even saw him try to go over a curb or two.
He was really hoping to draw in a crowd of people so he could put on a show--you know like a professional!
I, on the other hand, decided I better start putting money aside for a trip to the ER.
