I'm thoroughly absent at the moment, one pencil clenched between my teeth, two more in my hair as I roughly draw designs for my latest house project. It is Pie, though, so I'm fairly sure I heard her correctly.
"Huh?" The pencil falls from my teeth.
"I want you to buy me a dragon." She says this in her you-know-you-can't-say-no voice, throwing in a few bats of of her eyes for good measure.
I scratch my head and momentarily wonder if I've been having the TV babysit too often. Maybe. Probably. But this must be unrelated, because having a dragon would be awesome and who wouldn't want one?
"Babydoll, you know dragons are just pretend, right?"
"No, Mumma," she rolls her eyes, "They're real. They live in the TV."
"Sweetheart," I start, kicking myself for all the times she's heard me say that my friends live in my computer, "The stuff on the TV is pretend. It's fun, but it's not real. I can look for a stuffed dragon, if you'd like." She looks at me like I just killed the dog, but slowly a familiar shine lights her eyes.
"I'll just ask Daddy." Normally, I hate when she pulls that, and I know I should put a stop to it, but since this request is impossible for him to agree to, I figure maybe he can explain it.
"Okay, go ask Daddy."
She heads out of the room, her face washed in triumph, and I think about her last unreasonable request.
(On a side note, I wish facebook had an easier way to find things I posted a month ago.)
I still haven't found a way to make that work, although to be fair, I haven't really put much effort into it. I sneak over to the other room, looking forward to hearing my husband be the voice of reason for once.
Instead, I hear, "Sure, baby."
What!? Surely, he's not promising her things that we can't possibly give her. He knows she remembers everything and that I'm the one who will have to deal with her tiny, broken heart all day, right? Right?
He continues, "...buuuuttt, I don't know if you really want one. If we get you a dragon, it'll ruin the tower we're working on in your bedroom. There isn't room for both."
I stand there, mouth agape, as I listen to the silence of her considering this.
"You're right, Daddy. I just want my tower."
Huh. Clearly, he is the better parent. Now, I'd better really work on figuring out how to make that tower happen. And turn off the TV.
Pie is such a deprived child. The child just wants a dragon AND a tower. You act like she is asking for a lot.
ReplyDeleteI know, I'm expecting CPS any day.
ReplyDeleteNow that I think about it, he just got lucky. If I had the choice between a tower and a dragon, I'd have picked the dragon. What would he have done then?
Can't you make a fireproof tower? Like in Sleeping Beauty!
ReplyDeleteIf I was him I would have been a smart ass. I woud have purchased a bearded dragon for Pie. "Technically" it is a dragon.
ReplyDeleteI just love this - smart man. Also you are welcome to turn off the tv if you must, just don't turn off the computer. All your friends who live in there will be sad and lonely if you do. :)
ReplyDeleteOh yeah and facebook really needs to work on their development of their search and findness.
@Canah--I don't think she's thought of that. We'll keep it that way!
ReplyDelete@*J*--No! The last thing I need is one more thing to be responsible for keeping alive. What, you thought he'd do it? Besides, he already promised her a chameleon we're not getting.
@akpeach--Yeah, I have to admit, I picked a good one. :) And you know better than to worry about me turning off the computer!