And after some wobbliness and some hair raising careening stops and a decidedly heart-stopping almost-melding-of-the-body-with-the-firehouse it was decided that maybe, just maybe, a big girl's balance isn't quite up to snuff yet, and the wrench came out again.
B put one training wheel back on, remembering how he learned to balance on two wheels by using a third to build confidence.
She's like a bird with a new wing and as long as this weather holds and she can bike every day? The last training wheel will come off in (we predict) a week.
This summer, we won't be able to catch her.
Fly free, little bird.