So, I signed Lucy up for dance again. And she has her same instructor as last year. Which is great, except for this. Stop and read that one. Go ahead, I'll wait. You done? Super.
Sure enough, this year, Lucy's teacher announced they could bring their American Girl Dolls OR a stuffed animal. Not "bring a doll", it was: "bring your American Girl Doll." Nice. And I knew where this was going. Here we go again.
Lucy, ofcourse, came barreling out of ballet class begging me for an American Girl Doll. I told her she could ask for one for Christmas, but that if she did and if she got it, she wouldn't have it for the bring-your-American-Girl-Doll-or-your-mediocre-stuffed-animal-class.
She assured me that her desperation for the stupid doll was all of good intent. I can kinda see it because she's flying through the Little House on the Prairie books. She craves in the olden days information.
"Mom, in my book, Pa just killed a wild pig and Ma is preparing it with Johnny Cakes!" Now, that's my kind of book, history through food. Nice. The damned dolls come with a cultural and/or historical theme and book. Fine.
We go through the entire Doll dance and conversation. She swears she really wants it and it's by no peer pressure. I let it settle for a few days and she's still asking for it. She insists she wants Kit because she looks like her. She does. I beg her to take a look at the dolls online with me to be sure that's the one she wants. Nope. She doesn't need to because she wants Kit. Fine.
The next week, we go to class, Lucy with Trumpet the Elephant. He's soft and cuddly and really cute. The other girls all with their silly dolls. And sure enough, Lucy comes barreling out, "Mom, I HAVE to have ELIZABETH! NOT KIT Elizabeth has longer hair like me!" Crap.
It turns out, rather than surfing online, she just had a plethora of shopping choices to choose from in her ballet class...about 2 days too late. This class is causing more problems for me than I should have to pay for.
That's how I roll.
Song of the Day: I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas by Gayla Peevey
You have plenty of time to still convince her why she NEEDS Kit, not Elizabeth!
Great song choice, that's a favorite in our family!