This spring I told Calla that one of the things we should do this summer was take the training wheels off her bike.
And then we moved and she didn't do a lot of bike riding and we kind of forgot.
Until yesterday. We were camping in Yellowstone and she was riding all over having a grand time at the camp ground while we were all packing up to leave. I mentioned that we should take her training wheels off pretty soon.
Apparently she heard "now" and went to tell her daddy that they needed to come off. Now.
After a brief discussion about how once they came off they weren't going back on and she needed to try them first NOT on the pavement, daddy got to work.
Calla got on. Daddy gave her a little push . . .
And . . . .
. . . Calla was off . . .
. . . through a campsite . . .
. . . onto the pavement . . .
. . . around the bathrooms . . .
. . . back off the pavement . . .
. . . through another campsite . . .
. . . and . . .
. . .back onto the pavement and stopped without even so much as a wobble.
I was laughing so hard I was crying. But honestly, I had an inkling that might happen.
She's thrilled and now there is one less thing stopping her.
Two years ago we threw that bike in the back of the truck and her first attempt at riding it was at Yellowstone. And this week she got to take her training wheels off at Yellowstone. Yellowstone is good for this kid.