Fast

We’ve got pedaling down. It’s steering and stopping we have trouble with still. Mr. Perpetual Mess likes to ride this trike as fast as possible across the driveway and crash into “Treasure Island” (a circle of grass with two very large scraggley pine trees in the middle of the roundabout driveway). However, after about the fifth crash he missed treasure island and ended up sailing down a hill and crashing onto the sidewalk on his elbows. He was momentarily distressed about his scraped elbows until he realized they were actually bleeding, and then he was thrilled because he knows that blood means bandaids. He cashed in on THREE and was the envy of his cautious big sister who reminded me over and over again that letting him crash his tricycle into treasure island was not a good idea, Mom.