Yesterday after coming home with the bicycle, Bobby barely got down from it. And anywhere he had to go inside the house, he travelled on the bike :).
This was to be expected, but even at night, when i called the boy to get into bed, he came on the bicycle, parked it right next to the bed and got into the bed, somewhat grudgingly. I retorted I'll run into the bike in the middle of the night. He agreed to park it 12 inches away from the bed, then got into bed.
"Mumma, i love my new bike! I love my bike, mumma", he said when he got into the bed!
I love my Bobby, i told him.
