Friday, December 3, 2010

What would you pay for a song?

Forgive me mommies, for I have sinned.... I am cheap, well, cheap-ish. Oh, and a procrastinator. Whatever, you be the judge. I took my three year old son, at his request, to the Build a Bear store a mere three weeks before Christmas. Sure, it sounds indulgent but we had a gift card and I am certain to see the relatives who gave us the gift card over the holidays. I figured that it would look bad to say "Um, No... I haven't had time to take my child to the toy store and buy him the present that you thought you gave him a year ago. Why, yes you are right, I don't work... Why yes you are right, I guess I DO have the time... " and so on. You get my point... Anywho, we walk into the store and immediately J picks the Rudolph. The overly sweet woman who has been assigned to J then asks if HE would like the deer to sing the Rudolph song.  She is quick, but I am quicker. Before he could answer I chime in "Does it cost extra?" The look of disgust she gives me is blatant... but I am not afraid. We stare at each other for a moment and then she speaks first: "Yes, but only $6.00". It goes on as follows:

Me - For $6.00 I expect to get a REAL reindeer, complete with pen and food set up in my back yard. I will then charge all of the neighborhood kids to see him, claiming of course that he is one of Santa's herd. I will not stop until I recoup my $6.00, plus a little extra Chardonnay money.  And besides, there are a gazillion radio stations playing Christmas songs 24/7 and I am betting one of them is playing the song for free every 5 minutes.

Sales girl - okaaaaay (in a sassy and judgemental voice)

Ok, fine... so that was my fantasy response. It really went like this:

Me - No thanks, I prefer that my child plays with non-animated toys to foster his imagination.

Sales girl - okaaaaay (in a sassy and judgemental voice)

And then I proceeded to watching my son stuff cotton into a deer, grinning like a fool. Oh ya... it doesn't get better than this!

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