Why, oh why do you insist of selling Easter baskets ($10) and bunny ears ($5) in the main lobby of your daycare for an ENTIRE week?
Knock it off!Signed,
Pissed-Off Goofy Girl
Every day for the past week, Goofy Junior has bee-lined to the table, picked up a basket (or the ears) and said, "I want this." OF COURSE he wants it. It's like waving raw meat in front of a tiger. Or putting a mouse in a cage with cheese all over the place. OF COURSE the tiger and the mouse want the meat and cheese, respectively. They've been looking at it all day. It's pretty. It's colorful. It's bunny-ish. They want it. Now.
So every day this week, when I pick up Junior. He asks. I say, "No". No, scratch that. I don't just say "No". I explain too.
"Junior," I say, "you have no less than THREE pairs of bunny ears at home. In several days, you will have more Easter baskets and basket contents than you could ever dream"*
(here comes the whining) "But I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT it."
(then comes the tears) "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."
I have to explain to the wide-eyed dad walking in the door that we are having a "tough love day". "Been there," he grumbled, then walked briskly away.
After 15 minutes or so (no, you didn't read that wrong....FIFTEEN), Junior finally gets tired of crying. We get in the car and drive away. Three minutes later he's happily giggling and smiling, bunny ears and baskets no longer in his face.
In case you are curious, the same thing happens at Valentine's Day. I'm really glad we don't have another holiday coming any time soon.
*NOTE: Junior's grandparents are coming in this weekend, surely bearing tons of Easter sugar...er, joy.