Teaching my son to ride a bicycle

The Christmas bell is ringing for the second time when I suddenly hear the sound of footsteps approaching quickly. The sound ceases for a moment, after which the door to our living room opens with a long, drawn-out creak. The first thing I see is the face of our three-year-old son. His eyes are still trying to adjust to the dim candlelight, but he is already scanning the festively decorated room. When his gaze reaches the center of the room, he notices something special: a strangely shaped object is hidden under one of our blankets. Carefully, he approaches. When he’s an arm's length away, he turns back, looking timidly at us, asking, “Is that for me?” With smiles on our faces, my wife and I nod simultaneously. Our son turns around again and slowly begins to pull the thick blanket off his gift. Underneath, he finds a bicycle, painted red with white decorations. He’s still standing there, looking carefully at every little detail, when I move closer to him, catching a glimpse of his…