Recently we have been trying to teach our children to make decisions by allowing them to choose between two options. For example: "Roman, do you want to go to timeout or do you want go to bed?"
This morning Brooklyn approached me with two options. Of course she caught me at my most vulnerable position--I was flossing, both of my hands were bound. Recognizing that she would have nothing but my full attention, she stated:
"Dad, you can get me either a cat or a dog. Which one do you think would be better? I would be happy with either one. However," she stated as she lifted up her hands to show me her hypothetical scale of logic, "on the one hand you have a dog, who would eat all the vegetables in our garden." Then, raising her other hand much higher than the first and proclaiming with a happier voice while nodding her head in affirmation, "Or we can get a cat, which will eat all of the mice. So Dad, which is it going to be? . . . A cat that will eat mice or a dog that will eat our food?"
I tried to avoid the subject by brushing my teeth and rinsing, but she kept asking with her hypothetical scales: "Cat or Dog? Cat or Dog? CAT OR DOG?" I still haven't answered her question, but between you, me and everyone else except for Brooklyn, I will be getting her a cat. After all, when you only are only given two options to choose from, you must pick one, right?
(Brigette said I had to make full disclosure that Weston wrote this, as she is embarrassed by my lack of blogging abilities)
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