Long as he doesn’t float around the ceiling, I’m sure everything will work out.
Tomorrow we’ll find out how much he weighs.
DP took him for a ride in the “bicycle” (the jogging stroller, which is really a tricyle, but some kid - Sally? Pat? - would only ride in it when we told him it was a bicycle. Anyway, Frank thought it was wonderful and told me all sorts of whoops when he got back.