On Mother’s Day Haydn got on his bike and took off. He has been riding ever since. He was 4 1/2 at the time. The boy’s got game. I think I was 6 or 7 before I could ride a bike. I thought I was normal, but maybe not.
The funny thing is that he is so short he can’t get it started and once upon a time he couldn’t stop it. He first learned how to jump off while in full motion. He hasn’t quite learned how to get it going. He’ll ask and I’ll give him a shove and off he goes. It’s sort of weird in that he is so short, but he can reach the pedals.
Yes, I’ve pulled the seat down as far as it will go. And it’s a small bike.
My son is simply impressive.