Mia is a daredevil. She loves pushing her toys up and down the driveway as fast as she can. I cringe the whole time. Now that she is learning to ride a trike, we decided we really need to get her in the habit of wearing a helmet. We thought maybe the lavender helmet with the flashing lights would appeal to her adventurous yet feminine side, but she rejected it with a vengeance. Then Jeff had a brilliant idea. He told her he'd give her a popsicle if she'd wear the helmet. I didn't know this little negotiation had taken place, so when he called me outside, I assumed Mia had injured herself. You see, the only time Mia gets popsicles is when she has bumped her head. She has a tendency to cry loud and long for even a minor injury, so it is hard to tell when a visit to the ER is in order. We give her a popsicle and if she stops crying immediately (as she does 99.5% of the time), we know it is not too serious.
Now to figure out how to get her to wear her helmet without the popsicle bribe.
Now to figure out how to get her to wear her helmet without the popsicle bribe.
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