I walked with Griffin to the park yesterday while he proudly rode his red tricycle. He’s getting quite good at getting around on his wheels. He probably triked over a mile on this little expedition. “I know, I so strong.” he concurs with me.

We arrive at the park at the same time as another mom and her son arrive. The boy appears to be just a little older than Griffin.

He has a yellow two-wheeler with training wheels.

They pull up to the Y intersection of the pathway at the same time. They stop. They eyeball each other’s set of wheels. Was that the revving of engines I heard? They peel off in different directions. Each going their own version of pell-mell.

My bike goes faster, faster!” Griffin tells me.

The other mother catches my eye;

Testosterone has a lot to answer for.” she says.

Indeed.