My two older girls are at the stage in their lives where everything must be "fair". If Oldest gets one, Middle gets one, too. If Middle does something, Oldest has to do it, too. So much of the day I am playing the referee and making sure that things are fair. I try to tell them that not everything in life is fair and in fact, can be downright unfair, but in their little world, they don't understand that.
We went out one day and passed a pond with a large assortment of water fowl-- ducks and geese, swans and their babies. Oldest could see it from her window, but Middle could not. Lots of whining and pouting ensued and I was unable to turn around for Middle to see, too. Tears started rolling down her face and the constant drone of a whine emitted from her mouth. My hearing aid sits behind my right ear, picking up every sound that the girls make in the back seats and amplifies it. This droning whine is extremely irritating to me and it's all I can do not to turn off my hearing aid. I try to think of another area that we can drive by that has a bunch of animals, but nothing comes to mind. I reach back and pat Middle on the knee and tell her that we can see other animals another time, but she is inconsolable and her droning whine only gets louder.
I spot a yard sale and we pull into the drive. I decide to let everyone out so that Middle can try to compose herself and maybe treat her to a small toy or something that catches her fancy. No such luck, it's a small sale and not much to look at. I was just getting ready to put the girls back into their car seats when I happen to look back at Hubby and he is waving at me to come over. There is a silver lining after all!!! They have a pot-bellied pig!! I quickly get Middle back out of her car seat and tell her to run to Daddy. All the girls are full of smiles as they watch Mr. Pig shuffle over and feed him bits of food. They got to pet him and feel his coarse hair, and feel his snout snuffle over their hands. Then the owner pulls out a kitten from the garage and asked if we were interested in taking it home. *gasp!* Now anyone that knows me, knows I have a weak spot for kittens! Oh! It was the cutest little thing, black with white bits, a white face and a black nose, and if it wasn't for the 7 we already have at home, I would have snatched that kitten so fast and gobbled him up! I managed to restrain myself and let each girl pet the kitten before I handed him back to the owners with regrets.
Here is Mr. Pig.
Getting back into the car after our little girls got to see the pig and the kitten was much better. No more droning whine and unhappy tears, and we went off on our merry way again.