If I wasn't there myself, I wouldn't have believed it. Two-year-olds don't ride bikes all by themselves, without training wheels.
We were visiting my sister. There was a little bike, and Eli wanted to ride it. I only saw the the reasons why not.
"We brought your bike and your scooter, Eli. Ride those."
"The seat's too high on that bike for you, buddy. Maybe next year!"
"Sorry, buddy. You're just too little for that kind of bike."
The boy persisted in the way only toddlers can – with much whining and crying and Oscar-worthy pouting. I persisted, getting more impatient by the minute.
Then daddy comes out, and Eli pleads his case to new ears. Daddy only sees the possibilities. The seat is lowered. A few pointers are given. Daddy runs along behind for a few minutes, and then the boy flies on his own.