A few days after Noah got a new bike, he got a helmet. It has bees on it. He loves to carry it around yelling "bees!" He hates to wear it. So Brad makes him practice wearing it around the house.
First I hold him down. Then Brad straps it on. Then he cries like he's being tortured by the meanest parents in the world. Then he tries to yank it off.
Next comes acceptance. He's going to have to wear the thing...for a while at least. Then he starts to look pitiful.
I tried distracting him by playing "Harold and the Purple Crayon" on the tv for him.
And it worked, mostly. He pitifully watched his favorite show all the while sniffling and sighing and casting withering glances in our directions.
Still! Wearing the helmet! Score one for the smart parents.
Till Brad took him outside to ride the bike, that is. Oh, Hell No! How did we expect him to ride his bike when he had that thing strapped to his head? We must have lost our minds.
First I hold him down. Then Brad straps it on. Then he cries like he's being tortured by the meanest parents in the world. Then he tries to yank it off.
Next comes acceptance. He's going to have to wear the thing...for a while at least. Then he starts to look pitiful.
I tried distracting him by playing "Harold and the Purple Crayon" on the tv for him.
And it worked, mostly. He pitifully watched his favorite show all the while sniffling and sighing and casting withering glances in our directions.Still! Wearing the helmet! Score one for the smart parents.
Till Brad took him outside to ride the bike, that is. Oh, Hell No! How did we expect him to ride his bike when he had that thing strapped to his head? We must have lost our minds.
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