The First Way is "The Right Way."

Today I took Jonathan to refill his ADHD and anxiety medications. This is the same building we go to once a week for counseling. The very first time we went to the building we stood at the bottom of a split staircase. There was one office door at the top of the stairs which went to the left. A walkway and a couple of doors were at the top of the stairs which went to the right. I took a guess and went up the stairs to the left since the directions said their office was behind a certain store. I guessed wrong. No problem because the walkway was connected, although we had to squeeze through the security railing to get to other walkway.

Now every time we go to the doctor or the counselor, Jonathan takes the stairs to the left and squeezes through the security railing to continue down the walkway to the correct door. I, of course, take the stairs which split to the right. Jonathan doesn't understand why I go this way. I tried to explain to him that we went the "wrong way" the first time. Now that I know better, I go the "right way" each time. He, of course, goes the same way that he went the first time because this is the "right way."

It reminds me of a friend whose son walked around the opened square pattern on my main floor until he found the bathroom. Now he always goes around the square to use the bathroom even though he'd get there faster by making one left turn instead of three right turns.