Yesterday when we were getting ready to go to red rock for a little hike, Senya grabbed her beloved rocking horse, “Happy Cow” (she named him all by herself), and said “Dada, bring Happy Cow.”
Immediately and without really thinking about it, I said “No Senya we aren’t going to bring Happy Cow with us. We are going hiking. Let’s just go.”
She looked at me with confidence, said “no Dada, bring Happy Cow,” and then she grabbed him by the reigns and dragged him across the room to the front door and stood there resolutely looking at me while awaiting my response.
I thought about it and I wondered briefly if I should stand my ground and use this as a teaching moment to highlight the importance of parental authority. Then I realized I had just said “no” without thinking about it. Why not bring Happy Cow? What’s the big deal? I recognized I may have accidentally done something rather stick-in-the-mud-ish and I didn’t really want to take a strong stance to defend it.
Upon further questioning, Senya insisted that it would be Fun and that she really wanted to do this. We really had quite a long conversation about it.
The end result….?
I forgot to mention that, upon convincing me that her idea was a good one, Senya also grabbed her inflatable turtle on the way out the door. Why not? Let’s bring the whole gang. As it turns out, this was a great idea too.