J finally learned to ride his bike. We took the bikes over to Grandma and Grandpa B's house, because they have a flat sidewalk, and ran with him as he tried and tried. The entire time i am saying "Pdeal!", he is saying, "Don't let go, you won't let go, will you?" And, of course, I let go. Like the yellow gloves? Husbands idea of protection, and I just shook my head. Now J thinks he is an old pro. And S is asking when his training wheels will come off. Hello Emergency Room! That child will trip on air.