a rite of passage

Yesterday we faced the much-dreaded-by-Mac day where he was going to learn to ride his bike without training wheels. You'd have thought we promised him a visit to a torture chamber followed by a delicious lunch of cyanide by the level of crying and carrying on that occurred as we were getting ready to leave the apartment.

We went to the consulate to practice on the basketball court (remember it's Carnaval here so the consulate was shut down Monday through today). Here's the first photo before they started:

Not five minutes into the "training", Mac told Jimmy that he needed to stand back so Mac could ride the bike without him hovering. He did really, really well (with the exception of this one little potentially dangerous crash.

We might have a bicycle convert on our hands!