Yesterday afternoon, Isaac and I went to the YMCA for a workout (well, I went for a workout, and Isaac went to play). When we got there, we could hardly find a place to park, so we took the first available spot which was quite a distance from the building. I bundled Isaac up in his jacket, and we got out of the car and into the very strong wind. We were about halfway to the building when a the security guard drove by on his golf cart. In the summer, this nice gentleman would give us rides around the parking lot each time we came, and I figured this time would be no different. I was excited because the golf cart had a plastic cover over it to protect the passengers from wind and rain, and I thought we might get some relief for the second half of our hike to the building. Well, I was completely wrong. The gentleman did indeed offer us a ride, but when Isaac saw the golf cart he started wailing with terror! I knew he'd taken rides in it before, but apparently he didn't remember that. His face showed that he was frightened and had no desire to ride in the golf cart. So I declined the man's offer for a ride, and we started back on our journey to get inside. Isaac seemed pleased with me, and I was glad for that!
It seems that our little man is now at the "No, let's not do that! I'm scared!!!" stage.
It's okay Isaac; there are plenty more years to enjoy the fun of a golf cart!
