On the right we have a "Tahoe Man" who, though he's not quite three years old, has been heard this very week describe himself as "stronger than the mountains." He weighs in at roughly 30 pounds and is enviously tall for his age. He may be the new kid on the block, but don't let those training wheels fool you. He's a wirey one, and not likely to back down easily.....And on the left we have the defending champ, who will do whatever it takes to protect his claimed "turf." Almost two full years older, he's certainly got experience on his side. He's no rookie, and most of his struggles have been with older kids to boot. He's pulling all his resources on this one, including "Spidey Power".
After tearing down the sidewalk, they both come to a screeching halt. Neither one wanting to back down, and both knowing the impending time-out in store if he is the one to crash into the other first. But more than just their pride is on the line - they're in this for "pinks." What to do? What to do???
The only thing to do is call it a draw... switch wheels and ride off into the sunset basking in the glory of "winning his cousin's sweet ride." After all, his friends will see the new bike and assume he won. When you're four, sometimes a pseudo-win (and not getting a time-out) is simply good enough!