She chose the red one over the white-and-pink one. I hold out hope that perhaps the pink phase might be nearing its end.
Of course, finding a bell that matched the bike’s frame colour was THE most important thing.
We spent some time practicing starts and stops at the school track. She had one swervy sort of crash in which she kind of forgot to steer while trying to shift and brake simultaneously, but she still managed to avoid hitting the major obstacles — Dad, wall, bench — and nothing got hurt but her pride. We dusted her off and reassured her yet again that everybody falls down sometimes and made her get right back on, and of course two minutes later she was just fine.
Zoom! And many thanks to all the grandparents whose birthday and Christmas generosity gave M such a nice present.