The other day, she was playing at her after-school program. Most of the other kids had already gone home by now. I went over to tell her it was time to go, but she refused to leave. In these cases, I've been instructed to try to give her a sense of control by giving her options. So, I used my standard, "You have a choice. You can leave by either walking with me or by me carrying you. It's your choice!" She always responds with, "I pick neither! I'm staying!" Then I say, "Okay, it's now my choice, and I choose to carry you!"
The problem is that she's getting to be a big girl and is getting too heavy for me to carry, and she's well aware of this! As I'm struggling to carry her to the car, she seemed really delighted with herself. I think she's discovered that my carrying-her-to-the-car days are numbered. I also think she liked hearing my moans and groans as I struggled to the car.
The next day during her bath, I tried to talk with her about her rigidity and how she needs to go back to being more flexible. "Maybe you should stop asking the question," she said. "What question are you talking about?" I asked. "You know, the question about whether I want to walk or be carried!" When that girl is right, she is right!
It still doesn't solve my dilemma though. And I'm not just talking about how to get her to the car when I can't carry her. I'm talking about how do I stay ahead of her intellectually. I don't think I can or ever could, for that matter. She's a smartie! I guess you can say that I've got my hands full figuratively too!