When I told Maeve where we were going yesterday (not three minutes before we actually left) I heard her happy litany of excitement: I'm gonna go the zoo and see the animals and go in the stroller and it will be so fun! It seems to me there are few things as rewarding in life as making a child happy, and I totally get how people with good intentions end up spoiling their kids. But on the other side of that coin, just taking Maeve to the zoo makes her so happy, why up the ante and then go buy her a bunch of stuff there? Why not just enjoy the level of happiness the zoo, itself, brings?
Happiness is having fun adventures together. No tantrums, no crying, just joy.