He rides a bike now, I tell people. Strangers. Anyone will do.
Robin’s getting so big!
Is that your son Robinson? the church ladies ask. Seems like just yesterday he was a baby!
Robin did a good job being the bed-maker helper today, his preschool teacher tells me.
Oh, that’s good You know he rides a bike now. No training wheels.
I work it into conversations whenever I can. Because I didn’t ride a bike until I was at least seven, then I quit when I was 15 and just got riding again about a year ago, at 35. So.
Here he is, winding down the wonderful paved path at the park across the street from us.
And, well, he’s blessed with athletic coordination but not yet enough sense to look where he’s going.