We got Tyson a new bike for his birthday. It took him all of five minutes to get comfortable on it and adjust to the hand brakes. Now he's a riding machine.
Two things about this picture: First, look at that hand! What happened to my little Tyson's chubby hand? Who's "manhand" is that? Second: See the orange thing. It's a GPS that he mounted on to his handle bars. Just like his Daddy. You can't just leave things alone. You have to add stuff, mess with things, tweak them. When I asked, "why do you need a GPS?" He informed me that it had a compass on it and I didn't want him to get lost, right?