I forgot to mention!! Minutes after I returned home from my NYC trip, the Pony Bike landed (unassembled) on our front porch. I bravely opened the box and began gathering up the tools to try to put it together, but within two minutes I was completely flummoxed by the directions (why are assemblage directions always so difficult to decipher?). Luckily, Love of My Life was in the wings, ready to grab the wrench out of my hand. He had it assembled in less time than even the unlikely customer-review estimation of 30 minutes, including the backpack and the training wheels.
And so . . . the girl, at long last, has a bike.