Growing up

 Lilia was very motivated to learn to ride a bike with out training wheels on Monday night after watching a friend practice with her dad. After an early dinner we pack up the kids bikes and headed to Penn's campus.
Do you remember learning to ride a bike as a kid. Your dad would run along side and eventually let go, but you didn't know he did till you were at least 20 feet away. Then you back look to find him, loose your balance, and fall to the ground. After tears and blood are wiped away you call it quits or maybe you get back on.
Well that wasn't our night, thankfully. Dave never let go of the bike for the 20 minutes they spent riding up and down Locust walk, but at least Lilia didn't end the night in tears and totally discouraged.
Dave eventually crashed on the grass and the kids thought it would be fun to run at him and just jump on top of his chest. That was ok when they were 2! Not so much when they are 6 and 3 1/2. Dave didn't get hurt, Lilia didn't fall, Alex had fun biking and I enjoyed watching. Everyone went home happy. It was a good night.