Our neighbor's oldest child recently graduated to one of those bike-trailer things that connects behind a full-size bike, so they no longer needed the bike seat that he used to ride in and loaned it to us. I was immediately excited, and went by the bike store the next day to get the hardware I needed to attach the thing to my (rarely used since college) bike. My wife, sensing my excitement, went yesterday to get our daughter a bike helmet so she could ride with me. Arev was quite excited as well--not only did she get to wear this enormous yellow foam hat thing, this was somehow related to riding a "bike-osaur"! (Ever since she started talking, a few words just come out differently, and 'bicycle' is one of those words. Somehow it got filed in the section of her brain that's fascinated by dinosaurs.) So we set off on our maiden voyage last evening, a whirlwind tour of a few blocks around our house. Mama waved us off, and we headed down a designated "bicycle boulevard" street right next to our house. We got a couple blocks away, and from behind me I heard "I want to go over DER!" Turning, I saw Arev was pointing back behind us. "You want to go back to the house?" It seemed that her earlier enthusiasm had waned, but once we arrived back at the house, she didn't want to get out. So we rode off again, only to have her request another U-turn moments later. Thinking she might just have to ease into the idea of riding around, I took her out, only to have her immediately try to climb up onto the main seat--as it turns out, she just wanted to drive. I still hold out hope that she'll come to like the idea of riding around with me, but we'll probably have to get her a little tricycle she can ride by herself (or 'trike-osaur' I guess it might be).