Ricky: Wow! Thanks, Dad!
Ricky: This bike is awesome.
Rachel: Dad, my tricycle is too small.
Rachel: I want a two-wheeler too!
Dad: Okay. You can have Ricky's old bike.
Rachel: But Dad, it's a boy's bike.
Rachel: I want a pink bike.
Dad: Wait and see!
Rachel: Thank you, Dad. It's pretty.
Dad: You're welcome. Let's go for a ride.
Dad: Keep your balance.
Dad: Hold on. Move your feet.
Ricky: Like this, Rachel.
Ricky: Look at me.
Rachel: Dad, don't let go, okay?
Dad: I won't let go.
Rachel: Uh-oh, Dad.
Rachel: I can't do it.
Dad: Try again, Rachel. You can do it.
Rachel: Dad, I can try by myself. Let go please.
Dad: Okay, Rachel. One, two, three, go!
Dad: You did it, Rachel!
Dad: You rode a two-wheeler all by yourself.
Dad: Good job!
Ricky: Hi, Dad! Hi, Rachel!
Ricky: Look at me!
Dad: Use two hands, Ricky!
Dad: Oh Ricky. Did you hurt yourself?
Ricky: Oooh. I'm lucky that I was wearing my helmet.