We have a trike with a long handle on it that allows the parent to comfortably push, thanks to some dear suburban Chicagoan friends of ours.
So, this evening as I was pushing Monkey on the trike she was getting very vocally concerned (i.e whining) about the direction in which we were heading (she was also extremely tired and hungry). In what seemed like no time at all, I showed her one turn of the handle bars, and said “Turn it”. So as we were scooting around the driveway every time she voiced some frustration or concern about her course, I would say “Ok, Ok, turn it” and she would.
I was beaming.