c and da go to target

so i've been doing pretty well on riding my bike this week. this last week, i did over 40 miles, which is pretty good for a fat slob computer geek like me. anyway, on saturday, i decided i was going to take c to target to get the last lego knight guy, Santis. the deal was we would ride the bike to target... about 5 miles round trip. as we got ready, a couple decisions were made that would play pivotal roles later.

1. I decided to increase the distance of the bike ride by also riding over to the castle park that c likes to play at and let him play there for a bit.
2. I decided to put the old navy sandals on c, instead of his normal sandals.

so we took off and we biked over to the castle park. we played there for a while. running around, climbing in the castle, going down slides. they have this cool tower where you can hoist cups of sand up and pour them into these pipes that redistribute the sand back onto the ground... pretty cool stuff... far better than the wood death pits that I had as a kid. (I'm not kidding, I can remember 3 distinct accidents that resulted in broken bones on the playground of my elementary school...

anyway, in the middle of playing, c starts complaining about an ouchie on his foot. so i check it. sure enough a blister had rubbed above his heel. now he wants me to carry him off the fort and airlift him to the hospital. quickly I came up with a new, incentived-laced plan and communicated it to him.

1. First we put the sandal back on and get on the bike and go to target.
2. Then, in addition to buying Santis, we will also buy some Star Wars band aids and a pair of Spiderman socks.
3. Lastly, we will go to subway for lunch after the ordeal is over.

So disaster was averted. We ended up getting power ranger band aids (thanks a lot, samir) and we got some batman socks. After target, we hit subway for dinner and biked back.

what i'm learning as a dad is that nothing really ever goes the way you draw it up. the key is to be able to have fun making the adjustments. if you let the adjustments bring you down, then you're headed for misery.