"I'm ready Papa!" I squealed, hopping onto my red bike, now without training wheels.
The bike tilted to the side, and I just about fell, but Papa ran over to me and saved me! He lifted me up and spun me around, my baggy green shorts following me.
"Wee, faster Papa, faster!" I cheered, as Papa spun me around incredibly faster than before. After spinning me for a moment, he pulled me close and hugged me tight. Papa tickled my tummy before setting me down.
"Now Matty, shall we try that again?" Papa asked, kneeling on his knees and looking at me thoughtfully.
"I told you to call me Matthew, silly Papa!" I said, waving my finger at him.
"Okay baby doll, let's try again?" Papa asked, laughing.
I crossed my arms and pouted.
"Matthew?" Papa said, pushing my glasses up my nose as he stared into my eyes.
I giggled and climbed onto the bike, as Papa grabbed the handle bars.
"Now try to peddle," Papa said, leering at the sidewalk in front of us. "Just like you did with the training wheels, okay?"
I did as Papa said and felt the same happiness I did before we took the wheels off.
I got comfortable, and then started pedaling down the sidewalk Papa still holding onto me.
"You can let go now, Papa, I think I'm ready to do this on my own! I am Papa, I am!" I shouted, as Papa let go of the bike and I pedaled forward, all by myself!
"Help Papa!" I yelled, staring in fear at the truck backing up in front of me in the road.
"I'm coming, Matty!" My Papa shouted, as he ran to me and lifted me off my bike.
I cuddled into my Papa's chest and cried, I was really scared.
"Papa, that was scary!" I whined, finally looking back at my bike, only to see it crushed in the road by my neighbors' car.
My eyes filled up with tears as I looked at my Papa, "Papa, the mean truck took my bike away!"
My Papa looked at me with tears in his own eyes, "Well at least you're safe Matthew." My Papa said, cradling me, as Mummy walked outside, holding my older brother.
"Dinner time," Mummy said, smiling at us. "I hope my two handsome men are hungry!"
My younger brother opened his eyes and looked at Mummy. "I'm handsomer, right Mumma?" He asked quietly, obviously tired.
"Yes, yes, are you hungry yet Alfred?" Mummy asked my sleepy brother, who's eyes shot open when she asked.
"I'm vewy hungry Mumma! What we gonna eat?" He asked, slipping out of Mummy's arms and onto the floor, running towards me.
"We're eating some classic English food today," Mummy said, as I curled my face in disgust.
"But we eat that every day Mummy," I said, snuggling closer to Papa. "and I like Papa's food better."
Papa laughed and walked closer to the house, as brother started to walk beside us, holding my hand.
Mummy scowled and untied his apron, reveling one of Papa's old shirts that he got to big for.
After a few laughs and dinner, I crawled into bed and slept with my Papa, Mummy and brother. I cuddled in between brother and Papa.
I love my Papa.