But I paused before saying anything. Ben already had to do half a dozen things he didn’t want to before breakfast, and it’s a 70something day today, not a 90something day. So I offered his baseball caps, but no, he wanted this hat, and I let it go.
If I say no, I keep my no until the bitter end. I make sure my no means no, so I think twice before saying it.
As it turns out, Ben took the hat off once we got to the office, and we avoided an unnecessary meltdown, which is my true bottom line for each day.
But it also pays to remember that his little mind works differently and he doesn’t have the language skills to express why he chose that hat, for all I know it might have been quite important to him. So a stocking cap in summer it is, and a good start to therapy too.