The problem with this idea? Well, how could Thumblina possibly be expected to ride a boy bike? I mean, really! A bike with not a stitch of pink in sight. Unthinkable. She wouldn't even consider it.
So to avoid a long and drawn out pouting session every time anyone rode a bike, we bought a can of spray paint and went to town. Pink, Pink, PINK! (But a really bad spray paint job in which I didn't take anything apart--I just sprayed.)
Then, she needed a new chain for her bike. So since we needed to take the bike apart anyway, I talked my husband into sanding, repainting and a new seat for the bike. I told Thumbelina it would take at least a week since we were factoring in a vasectomy and the subsequent lying about.
But we are totally done now.
But now we have another problem...the other kids want their bikes painted too.