March 29, 2001 - Thursday
A week or so ago I took Harry for an amusement park style ride around our bedroom in an empty plastic clothesbasket . He loved it! In fact, he continues to loves it so much that it's become a minor problem when the ride stops. That's trouble, because bending over and dragging a 20+ pound boy around the floor in a clothesbasket is tiring and I'l have inevitably had enough long before Harry has. As he sits there pouting or whining for more, I rationalize that learning he can't always get his way is an important lesson that he might as wll have sooner rather than later. I suppose at some point in the future I'll just end up hiding the clothesbasket so he never gets the idea of the "ride," but we're a long way from that point. For now, I'm a complete sucker for another turn about the room if it makes him so happy. I need the exercise anyway.


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