We were at a nearby toy store. This visit of ours' reminded me in some ways of a visit to the same toy store back in October last year- because basically they both ended the same way. Sort of.
At the toy store right at the check out counter they have all their kids'-magnet stuff. All the knick-knacks that are more or less useless, not very expensive but not dirt cheap either. A brilliant strategy to boost sales.
Back in October we were at the store checking out, when the little girl had found a basket full of mermaid dolls with long hair. I liked them too so I didn't resist it when she picked one up for herself. She picked one with long yellow hair. My crinal mistake was to choose a pink one, and thinking she might like the pink one better, asked if she wanted that one instead. Turns out- she did want the pink one. She wanted the pink one also! Obviously I wanted to get just one- so I somehow lost one and hurried over to the car with a wailing baby and 1 mermaid. Hysterical crying ensued. I was the monster mom that the entire store had turned around and looked at repeatedly and probably were still shaking their heads at. (All for just a few bucks? Making the baby cry out that much?!) they must be thinking inside their heads..
Anyhow, I and my wallet made it back to the car safely, although quite shaken up. But very passionate and emotional crying continued for several several minutes in the car. "My pinkyuyyyy" she cried until finally I reached a point that I couldn't take it anymore. Poor thing! I thought! Making her cry so much for a little mermaid she liked.
Yes, to date we have 2 mermaids. They are Pinky and Lily. They both reside on the bath tub to this day.
Today, near the checkout the little girl found a rubber snake. About an inch in diameter and 2 feet in length. It was creepy I thought. Not to little Miss Haana though. She picked it up and was sort of beginning to bond with it.
Just then, we were done. All paid for, ready to go. When I said "we" it did not include the snake. It was creeping me out and there was no way it was coming home with us. So, I made her keep it down and then dashed to the door.
Back in the car there was mixture of anger, hurt, disbelief all rolled into a tearful retort of outburst which did not stop till we were back home. Even after we were home, she was still hurt over "my snake" who was left behind!!
Finally I picked up the little baby and had to square with her. "You're a brave girl. You saw a snake and you didn't get scared. But Mumma got scared of the snake, little baby! Mumma got very scared that's why Mumma didn't get it, baby". She accepted the explanation and let it go at that. I was glad and relieved for many reasons :-)
