Benny learned how to ride a two-wheeler this summer--very fun. I took his training wheels off because they were loose and broken. He was so mad at me he cried for an hour saying "YOU BROKE MY BIKE! IT'S BROKE!" I got tired of hearing him cry about it so I made him get on it and start pedaling. I ran holding his bike around our circle a couple times, all the while him crying "YOU BROKE IT, IT'S BROKE!" Benny was doing fine so I let go and off he went still crying that his bike was broken until he saw me waving at him. Only then did he stop crying and with a big smile say, "MOMMY I DID IT!" The rest is history.