Yesterday Cormac figured out how to ride his tricycle mostly by himself so, at his insistence and our backs' misgivings, we took the adult-push handlebar off. He practiced riding around our porch and was very proud of himself.
And as it would happen, today was the 4th of July parade in our neighborhood, where kids decorate their bikes and ride around the park. So Cormac rode his bike around the park. Sort of. His trajectory is what I imagine it would be like if I had several tequila shots and tried to ride his trike blindfolded. And maybe even naked. It's hard to say what would happen after several tequila shots. Anyway.
He would get going really fast, then become interested in what people around us were doing and promptly veer off into the grass or someone's heel. Everyone was very understanding, though, as their children were doing essentially the same thing. And all participants got a popsicle for their trouble, so who could complain? Rocket pops make everything better.
My slightly more dependent child did not participate in the parade because she had to nap, but she was properly attired for the Fourth and very cute at that.
Happy Fourth of July!