We took them off and went to the church parking lot, down the street. There was quite a bit of falling and after a while my sad, dejected son wanted to give up and go home. I told him 3 more falls and we would go home. The next time up he got it. Here is some footage.
When my 9 year old, also still in training wheels, got wind of Charlie's achievement, she wanted to be part of the act. So here she is earlier today.
They are getting better and better and I am really proud of both of them. We plan to do a lot of biking as a family this year sans training wheels will be best.
Next Time: Next Time