We all have things in our everyday lives that conjure up memories of things past. For instance, to this day the smell of Play-doh harkens me back to kindergarten, any song by Jewel reminds me of the time I met my wife, and the sight of a red, synthetic running track reminds me of days when feeling strong and fast was a way of life.
Already Swee’Pea is making these connections. Unfortunately her connections aren’t as positive as mine. You see, we don’t go in many elevators in our day to day lives but we do have to go in an elevator every time we visit the doctor. And most times when we visit the doctor, Swee’Pea gets a shot. So, in Swee’Pea’s mind elevator = shot.
At first I thought she just recognized the elevator when we were going to the doctor. It became apparent she was making an association because she would cry as soon as we wheeled ourselves in with the stroller. However, recently we’ve frequented a couple of other places that have elevators and Swee’Pea has produced the same reaction. She cries. Loudly.
So now we have to soothe her and promise her she’s not getting a shot every time we enter an elevator. This only works when we’re not actually going to the doctor and she’s not actually getting a shot. As a result, the next time we go to the doctor’s, I’m thinking of dragging the stroller up the stairs.
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