a rugs life

This morning my daughter deliberated at length over who would accompany us to ‘school’. The list of candidates included Clifford, Pooh, and Kitty Cat. After much discussion, it was decided that Clifford would go, Pooh would go tomorrow, and Kitty Cat the day after.

All was well until just before leaving. Suddenly Rada changed her mind and took Pooh, saying “Pooh REALLY wants to go today, Clifford will go tomorrow, and Kitty Cat the day after tomorrow”.

So we began to put on our mittens and hats. A few moments later, Rada jumped up, threw Pooh into the kitchen, grabbed Kitty Cat and said “Kitty Cat MUST go today, Pooh will go tomorrow, and Clifford the day after”.

Two seconds went by and she jumped up again, replaced Kitty Cat with Clifford and said, “No, Clifford really must go TODAY”. But after a moment of thought, she changed her mind again and grabbed Kitty Cat.

I’d never seen my daughter so tortured by a decision. I calmly waited while she went through several more cycles of swapping.

Finally she seemed to settle on Kitty Cat, and we went out the door.