Ok. We caved.
In June, Joanna Leigh found it in a flyer. I admit, I used her wish to get her to go to bed, to make potty training progress, to inspire good behavior. It was the Pink Car.
By October, I knew it was serious. Maybe I had overused it or maybe she’s just persistent. Whatever. She would not let go of or forget about the Pink Car, a Barbie Ford Mustang convertible, no less. I knew I had to act fast. I jumped in our car – the real one – and headed for Wal-Mart, where she had seen it in person.
Oh, ma Gawd, they didn’t have one. They told me it was last season’s thingy, and said if I could find it, it would be on sale. This year’s thingy was a off-road jeep-type thing, totally no good for a princess.
I got home and called every Wal-Mart in central Alabama. No deal. By now my pulse had quickened.
I went on-line. There it was. But full price. I whipped out my MasterCard and read off the number. It would be shipped to the local store for no additional cost but at full price. When it got here, I had until the end of October to pick it up; it has been in our unfinished basement covered by a tarp for two months.
My husband is putting it together as I type. Two hours ago he said, “It’s not going to take too much to get this together.”
He’s cursing. “There’s no battery indicator light like it shows in the book,” he screamed up the stairs.
We have three days to get it together. Now he can’t find all the stickers that go on it. Bah Humbug.
I don’t regret the excess. Joanna Leigh is so sweet and anxious to have gifts for everyone. The night I was cutting up fruit for her school party and putting it all in storage bags, she came in the kitchen when I wasn’t looking, got handfuls of plastic bags, put a bunch of her toys and trinkets in them, zipped them up, and said they were for her friends at school.
There will be plenty of photos to come.
The Early Period: Photos by Joanna Leigh
No, the photos aren’t 3-1/2 years old, she is. Joanna Leigh got my point-and-shoot camera and took them herself. I can’t resist posting them. Catching me brushing my teeth made her howl with laughter.
I really can’t believe I’m putting all these on the Web. For posterior. Or is it posterity?
Merry Christmas. I’ll be on holiday for a week or so. Please come back to Spittin’ Grits.