January 14, 2007
Safety Obsessed
Santa asked me for a favor. He wanted me to take Leah to the
toy store (pre-Christmas) to make sure the planned tricycle would
fit her long legs. It seemed like a simple question to answer, but alas,
it was not. Leah didn't want to sit on the tricycle without a helmet.
She kept repeating, "I need a helmet." Finally, the sales staff convinced
her that she didn't need a helmet to sit on a tricycle in the store. She
sat down and immediately started saying, "I need a seat belt." Luckily,
the floor model had a seatbelt. We hooked her in, and she enjoyed the rest
of her "fitting." Santa came through with the trike and seatbelt. Mommy
and Daddy provided the helmet.
Now I constantly hear, "I need my helmet."
I feel a bit manipulated.