Friday. No classes again. Played with Joey all day and when it was time to get ready for gymnastics, she threw a fit. I don't want to go to base. I don't want to go to gymnastics. And on and on. Finally, got to the base, went to the store to get a gift a birthday gift for Jonjon.
So, of course, she decided that she wants to a toy, too.
But, mommy, I never had a witch toy!
Too bad. You don't deserve a new toy.
After her gymnastics class, we went back to the store and had dinner at the food court and rented a couple of movies. Then, she remembered the witch toy. And so, she was whining again about the witch toy. She still didn't get the witch toy.
Saturday. The first thing that she remembered when she woke up in the morning was the witch toy. We made a deal, she has to prove to me that she deserves a new toy, so she needs to be extra good the whole day. And she was. She played with the witch toy the whole night and the next day. I guess she REALLY wanted that witch toy.
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