'But I'm scared, daddy.'

'I thought you wanted to be a big girl?'

'Well... maybe I don't wanna be so big yet.'

Scott laughed as he took off the last training wheel of his daughter's purple princess bike.

'You're gonna be great, sweetheart. I'll be right next to you until you can do it yourself.' He kissed her cheek, then double checked her helmet was on right.

She stood in the garage, staring at her bike with pure fear on her face, fidgeting with her fingers. She knew she had to learn at some point, otherwise she'd be the only 'baby' in her class.

Mitch noticed her fear and walked over to stand in front of her. 'Did you know,' he started, crouching down and grabbing her hands in his, 'that your daddy taught me to ride a bike with no training wheels?'

Her little eyes widened and she shook her head.

'Yep. He taught me when we were about your age. And guess what? He never let me fall. He always caught me and made sure I was okay. I know it's scary, but I promise daddy is the best teacher around.' Mitch smiled at her and kissed her nose, making her giggle.

'Do you promise you won't let me fall?' She turned to ask daddy.

'I never let dad fall, and I won't let you fall either.'