He really wasn’t impressed when the neighbors brought him their son’s old wooden tricyle. I plunked him on it and pushed it forward in the hope that he would get the hang of triclycling in a jiffy. No deal. He wasn’t happy at all and climbed off it immediately. Ok, let me show you, and I squeezed myself on it’s tiny seat. Ouch. I paddled my feet, knees bent almost 360°, moving awkwardly forward. He looked on, thumb in his mouth. No deal.
A month or two later he tried sitting on it, in the reverse direction, looking back. That really didn’t make much sense for him, so he got off again. Now he’s got the hang of sitting forward. And his legs do move him forward. And he does have his hands on the handlebars! But the steering isn’t quite cool yet. Moving forward till he hits something, he lifts the WHOLE BIKE to change it’s direction. Pushing him around using the steering hasn’t brought needed enlightenment. I shall wait.