is it bike time yet?

Dennis got up this morning asking about his new bicycle which we purchased (well, he purchased it for the most part) unassembled. He couldn't wait for me to get it out of the car, so I did so about mid-morning. He hovered around the box and removed various parts, and he announced "I'm going to need some tools for this job" and disappeared into his room. He immediately reappeared with his toolbox in hand and another little case along with it, telling me "this is my special 'quipment'". Before there were nuts and bolts and assorted necessities scattered hither and yon, I assured him that Daddy would be putting it together tonight after work.

We are at the lake tonight, and David did indeed assemble the bike while Dennis watched and offered 'helpful' commentary. "Daddy, I think it needs pedals" and "Daddy, I think it's time for the seat" and he would grab random pieces of it and try to help. David loves to be watched and instructed while he works on projects, so he was at the very outer limits of his patience as Dennis danced around and cavorted right around his workspace. He held on, though, and actually let Dennis hold the bike while he adjusted the brakes and straightened the steering and performed other manly bike adjustment things that elude my comprehension. We did forget the air pump, and when we told Dennis that we'd need to put air in the tires, he said "no, it's PERFECT! my bike is just perfect!". He told us the same thing when we commented that it didn't have any reflectors on it ("it's perfect--it doesn't need 'flextors'"). I'm glad he loves it. He rode it around and around the tiny space at the lake house and can't wait to ride it outside.