“Do you want to see the new way I invented to get on a swing?” My Six Year Old Asked, “First you back way up and then you imagine you’re a unicorn with no horn and then you run and jump on the swing.”
“Wouldn’t a unicorn with no horn just be a horse?” I asked her.
“No Daddy,” she said with exasperation. “I mean a unicorn whose horn blew off in the wind. You have to imagine you’re a unicorn that lost its horn and you have to run faster than the wind to get it back.”
“Does imagining that help you run faster?” I asked
“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed.