Reality and toddlers

Every day on our way home from work – a 30 to 40 minute commute – C happily goes from one four ounce “boppy” to another, quickly draining the two bottles I pack for her before leaving the office. And every day, she spends the last ten to fifteen minutes of our drive trying to convince me to let her have another boppy.

“Pweeze! Puweeze! Pweeze boppy?!?”

Every day I try to explain to her that I can’t just magically create more milk. I try desperately to compliment her on her nice manners but to explain that more milk simply isn’t a possibility, even though I’d kind of rather her think I’m perfect and magical just a bit longer. I suppose I could start bringing three or four bottles, but that’s not really the direction I want to head for her (and I don’t want to deal with it, either).

It’s rough that babies don’t understand logic and reality. They slowly learn that some things will lead to pain and therefore they should avoid them (C often says she doesn’t want to fall and her C’s self), but “drink your milk slowly” isn’t something she’s likely to understand anytime soon.

Ultimately, I’m ok with that. I just wish I could get her to stop crying on the way home.