We finally sold the futon for $50 bucks. I handed the cash over to Rich and said "do whatever you want with it".
He decided to buy this -
We assumed that because Charlie can tear up the road on his tricycle, a pint sized bike would be the perfect transition. Apparently, that's not a simple transition. Charlie can climb on and off the bike but moving those pedals . . . well, not so much.
We took a cruise around the neighborhood, Rich pushing Charlie on the bike without a single pedal making a rotation. But it didn't matter. It was one of those gorgeous, 75 degree fall days. The kind of day when the 1 tree on our street that changes with the season screams "autumn!" at us.
Charlie showed off his wheels to the neighborhood gang. He kept saying "it's my new bike". It feels really good to surprise your kid with something that he is proud of. (This is why Rich and I have to stay away from stores. The Amex will get a good ride if we don't.)
I lagged behind the new bike parade because (a) my waddle is slow and (b) I wanted to snap pics from afar.
All in all, our first day of October was a nice one.