I managed to snag a really great deal online with American Girl (3 outfits for $34!!!), and since an AG doll is the main thing on Lina’s Christmas list this year, it was an even better find. It arrived at our house on Monday but I didn’t get a chance to show Mason until last night. The pajama set was his favorite outfit because of the little pink slippers. In fact the shoes were his favorite part of all the outfits. But I’ve gotten off track…
Wednesday, after we put Lina to bed, I pulled out the shipping box with all the 3 outfits and handed it to Mason. Once he had moved onto the second outfit (the pajamas) we hear a sweet little voice coming from the hallway.
Lina: Mommy, my heel hurts.
I know this tactic so I’m about to tell her to get back in bed when Mason decided to be nice.
Daddy: Come here Lina.
Lina rounds the corner, points to her ankle and starts telling me all about how it hurts. As we start talking about the difference between her ankle and her heel, she looks up and see’s what’s in her daddy’s lap.
Lina: What do you have, Daddy?
Having had my computer open and sitting on the arm rest, I couldn’t see him at all until I peered around the screen and saw what he was looking at.
Mommy: Daddy doesn’t have anything. Daddy has nothing in his lap.
Lina: What’s that Daddy?
Mommy: Daddy isn’t looking at anything. Daddy doesn’t have anything!
Yes, it took four times for Mason to hear me and process what I was actually saying. Meanwhile I had propped up my leg on the coffee table so she couldn’t get past and get a better view.
Daddy: (while finally closing the box) It’s RC parts.
Lina: Noooooo, it’s doll parts!
Mommy: Lina, it’s time to go hop back in bed. Is your ankle all better or does it need a kiss?
Lina: It needs a kiss.
After Lina was safely tucked back in bed I turned to Mason…
Me: I can’t believe you just did that. I mean, YOU called her in here while YOU had her Christmas present open and didn’t bother to try and hide it.
Mason: Um, that wasn’t supposed to be from Santa, was it?
Me: If it was, it sure isn’t anymore!
Mason: Don’t worry, she’ll forget.
Me: No she won’t.
Mason: Sure she will.
Me: Oh, you mean like she forgot about the little Red Mini Cooper you let her sit in at Toys R Us last spring that she keeps randomly telling me she wants? Yeah, she’s not going to forget.