My seven-year-old ditched her training wheels last weekend. Since then, she’s ridden her two-wheeler every day for miles at a time.
I don’t know how to ride a bike. No, I am not six. Can’t you tell by my fancy elocution and shit? I am thirty-smoosh-years-old and I do not know how to ride a bike. This causes endless mirth and/or frustration in my bike-loving husband. How did this shameful lack of ability come to be? […]