Elise saved up a bunch of money (FIFTY-FIVE DOLLARS) between birthday gift cards and cash she earned from chores, and she was DYING to go to Toys R Us and blow all her savings.
We had a really rough morning today. There was some misunderstanding, and then yelling and arguing, and then REALLY yelling, and Elise spent some time in a chair staring at a door thinking about all the reasons why it’s not okay to scream at mom when you’re mad.
I was scared that she wasn’t going to be able to turn it all around, but she did, she pulled it together with flying colors and we went to Toys R Us and she was just enthralled with all the toys.
“Thank you for bringing me here, Mom!” was a phrase I heard at least five or six times in the 45 minutes we were there.
We probably only go to a real toy store once or twice a year if that. It was like taking her to Disneyworld.
The first thing that caught her eye was one of those giant Crayola crayon banks, except when she saw it she didn’t know what it was. I guess she thought it was a real giant purple crayon, but then I pointed out that it was a bank and she got even more excited because we’ve been keeping all of our spare change in a lame, broken cardboard box.
After that, she still had a bunch of money to spend, and she ended up getting exactly what she wanted:
I must admit, it was an excellent choice and she said she’s going to share it with me when I get home from work Wednesday afternoon, because she knows how much my feet hurt after working a morning shift.
What a doll.
I guess I should share some Gummi Bears with her.