Ross and I had a conversation the other day about how spoiled our child is going to be. My husband seems to think that it won’t be a problem but let me tell you a little story that happened just last night to prove my point.
We were at Target to kill some time before our maternity ward tour and we wandered into the toy aisles to look around. The conversation went as follows:
Me – “Oh, look they have a Grumpy Bear! I love Grumpy Bear. He’s sooooo, grumpy and cute.”
I put the bear back down. Ross follows behind me and picks it back up and tucks it under his arm.
Me – “What are you doing?”
Ross – “Buying you the Grumpy Care Bear.”
Me – “Why?”
Ross – “Because you want it.”
Me – “I’m 36 years old, I don’t need a Grumpy Bear. It’s $20.”
Ross – “So.”
Me – “You know this is going to get slobbered on by our daughter…”
Ross – “No, I bought this for you. It needs to go in the attic with the other Care Bears.”
We walked out with a Grumpy Bear and nothing else.
After this exchange, all I have to say is…Yeah right! Our daughter isn’t going to be spoiled. Good luck world. Here she comes.