At 6.30am I heard a knock at the bedroom door. There was Gareth, dressed and ready to go!
An hour later and the bike was in the boot minus training wheels. We unloaded everything at a picnic table and just as I was about to pour the first coffee we realised that Gareth's helmet was still in the house.
I headed home and returned 10 minutes later to see a little boy in the distance wobbling and weaving as his legs peddled furiously! He had made a great start.

By the end of the morning he was still wobbling but getting better.
By the end of the morning he was still wobbling but getting better.
Good boy Gar!
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