This wasn't our intended conclusion to the evening. After dinner we headed out for a walk and towards the end Vance's bike chain broke. To fix the chain one training wheel must come off.
Lately we've been talking a lot about taking his training wheels off. Vance seemed to think that when he turned 5 he could automatically ride without training wheels, kind of like drinking when you're 21. Or voting when you're 18. We were waiting to take him to a large flat area to learn and not our hilly subdivision, but oh well. We already had the one off, so here goes.
Of course, Vaughn had to help.
He did great! No crashes (yet!) and was able to ride by himself for a bit. I wish I had video of his best run. I'm still laughing to myself about what we must have looked like. Vance is riding by himself but is going in a sharp zig zags. Left! Right! Left! Right! Justin is running behind him laughing, Vaughn is next in our dysfunctional parade and is crying because she wants to ride the bike too. I was bringing up the rear, just soaking it all in. (And cursing age 5 yet again. Baby stealer!) We're so proud of him. Hope tomorrow's practice goes well!