Remember that old nursery ryhme that that tells where little boys are made of... something about puppy dog tales and bicycle tires. Ok, so maybe not the bicycle tires part. My X man suddenly decided that he wants to learn how to ride his bike. He's 7 and the past two years he didn't want anything to do with it. Nope, he was happy to launch himslef facefirst down the driveway lying on his stomach on his skateboard (without a helmet whenever he could sneak it). Yesterday we suggested a family ride. He rides on the back of mine of one of those bikes and clip to the back of my tire. "I want to ride MY bike. I do have one don't I?" So we drug it out of the shop and dusted the cobwebs off, pumped up the tire a bit and stuck his fanny on it. He was happy to wobble his way around as long as he could use his feet to walk it or mommy would hold him. We cajoled him into trying D's bike that had the training wheels. He hearted it so much he asked Daddy to go get him a pair. Which of course he did. He's just returned from a group bike ride with 1/2 a dozen other little boogers. Fab-u-lous.