siena dictates for cat named pig

Siena has shown a strong will against losing the training wheels on her bike and learning to ride without them. We’ve done it four or five times this spring, but inevitably, they end up back on, “Because it’s the way for me to keep going, daddy.” Well then.

However, so she can at least continue to learn the balancing act riding a bicycle takes, I adjust the training wheels so they are a little more wobbly. At least she can learn how the bike goes side to side a little bit and can adjust as she goes. Well, sometimes she leans a little too far to the side around the turns and will tip over. Over the weekend, this happened, somehow skinning the top of her foot just a little bit, right at the base where the leg starts to go up (I know. How the hell does that part touch the ground, anyway?). So, I took her in the bathroom for a band-aid, because that stops it from hurting, so she says.

Matt: Siena, I’m going to put some healing ointment on it, so it can heal faster, ok?
Siena: No, daddy. That makes it hurt worse.
Matt: Actually, it makes it heal faster, so you don’t need the band-aid on as long.
Siena: But mama doesn’t do that. I cry.
Matt: Believe me. It’s better this way.
Siena: (I’m rummaging through the medicine cabinet, as she sits on the toilet seat, whimpering/whispering to herself) Stay calm…stay calm…stay calm…be brave…stay calm…

After limping around the house and yard for about five minutes while I grilled burgers, she seemed to be fine. Although, I think I saw the band-aid on our patio by the end of the night. Either the healing ointment worked magic in under an hour or she couldn’t “stay calm” in her head to fathom having it touch her skin any longer. Oh well. I don’t recall hearing about it in the morning.