| 2012.12.11 |
Last night I suggested to kiddo that we should sneak out and
get something together for mommy for Christmas. I let her handle how
to get us out.
Kiddo's answer was to tell mommy we're going for a bike ride (it was
dark out) and that to stay warm we were going to wear all our coats.
After browsing a department store, we settled into a new jewelry store.
Kiddo set her heart on a stuffed Teddy Bear. I managed to acquire one
with our purchase for mommy. I managed to keep the bear secret for a few
minutes, anyway.
Kiddo told the jewelry store saleswoman the tale about how we
snuck out; she suggested we go into the bathroom and splash water on
our faces to make it look as though we'd been sweating. Kiddo accepted
the suggestion without question.
On the drive home, I asked kiddo how she planned on explaining the
presence of the bear, and suggested we simply not let mommy know about
it until after Christmas. Unacceptable; she preferred to offer explanation.
So as soon as we got home we hurried into the guest bathroom and splashed
our faces. We were dripping wet when mommy met us in the kitchen.
Mommy: "Wow! It looks like you had SOME ride!"
Kiddo: "We splashed water on our faces so we could dehydrate!"
Mommy: "What do you have there? Where did you get that Teddy Bear?"
Kiddo: "We rode all the way to the mall and while we were looking
around, some
random old lady said, 'Here!' and gave me this Teddy Bear!"
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