Thursday, June 23, 2011

Rumpled, crumpled

Erin walked into my office holding a very rumpled, crumpled, colorful and torn advertisement from My Little Pony. It was a folded insert of products tucked away in the box of a last purchase. She has planned and dreamed and wished these items probably since last Christmas.

"Mommy," she began. "Can you get me this for Christmas?"

She pointed to each picture, "I want this, and this, and this. And can you get me this? You can get this for Lanie." Item after item.

"Is that all?" I asked in amusement, Christmas half a year away.

"And a bar of chocolate," she added.

Then I kissed her.

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