So my parents got him a bike.
This was fully sanctioned by us, and we would have gotten it for him, but we'd already gotten his birthday present. They still needed something to augment a weekend away to meet the driver of Gravedigger, so they got him his own wee bike. My mother's thoughts on it were optimistic.
"You can pop HM in her stroller and walk behind him."
The first time out, sure.
Second time out, I was at a good jog to keep up.
I'm thinking by summer's end, training wheels will be off, and I'll need my own bike to keep up. Or better shoes.
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