This spring I bought Massimo a late Christmas present. Or maybe late birthday present. He loves his little scoot bike. He's so fast on it now, and so brave. He zips around the cul-de-sac like he owns it, like he's a big boy, like he's on his own little motorcycle.
A few days ago he had his first major fall. Our next door neighbors have a really steep and gravely driveway down into their backyard. He followed the girls over there and decided he wanted to race them down and took a major spill. Bloody elbow, knee and palm and a scraped up back. I think the scrapes weren't as scary to him as learning that he could fall and get hurt. He didn't seem to get that before. The next day he was back on his bike but I think he's a little more wary now.