A Parent’s Dilemma!
SO the other day I was in danger of running out of gin and Tinactin so I had to run to the grocery store and stock up. And also pick up dinner for the kids – they’re always eating. I was going to get something healthy, like a frozen pizza, but once again, I was outvoted. Kids! What can you do, right?
So we went with the Little Debbie Zebra Cakes. (Fifth Sunday in a row – you’d think they’d be getting sick of them by now.)
Anyway, as we were leaving – and you’ll get a kick out of this part: some things never change – little Savannah spied the gumball machines (Remember those things?) and ran up to them shrieking as she does, using that high-pitched screech that she knows just goes through me! Dammit, Savannah!
And of course, you know what’s next:
“Daddy! Daddy! Can I have fifty cents for a tramp stamp? Pleeeeeease! Daddy, I want a tramp stamp! Pleeeeease?! It’s only fifty cents! Pleeeeeeeease, Daddy!”
Well, like you would be, I was disgusted. The girl is seven years old!
“What do I look like, an ATM? Use your babysitting money!”
Hey, at least she didn’t go for one of the things on either side, because we’ve taught her that Disney’s an evil corporation.