“I don’t want to go on that. It’s too high.” My five-year-old daughter tipped her chin toward the sky and squinted at the super potato sack slide. We were on a special family outing to the local amusement park—a surprise trip, which my husband and I anticipated our kids would love, love, love. We were wrong. “How about the race cars, then?” I suggested. “Do you want to ride those?” “No.” “The floaty boats?” “No.” “The ladybug buggies?” My daughter shook her head and stared at her shoes. I heaved a sigh and raised my eyebrows at my husband. “Come …
