So yesterday evening, at Jenya’s request, I removed the training wheels from her bike. She took to riding without training wheels like a duck to water – I don’t know if it’s the scooter practice or what, but she didn’t fall at all, in fact she barely wobbled. I ran next to her the first few times but she never needed my help. Her sisters were both very good sports, too, and were enthusiastically cheering her on. Now she’s on that bike at every opportunity. I was impressed – my memory of learning to ride a two-wheeler involved a lot more false starts. Here’s a pic of the proud moment.