Y'all should have been at Build-A-Bear today...it was quite the scene.
My SIL gave Twinklette a trip to Build-A-Bear for her birthday, and the whole fam finally went today. It began as a fun outing. Twinklette chose a pink bear and outfit (she only lingered briefly on a Disney Princess midriff top--for a bear!--before settling on a much more suitable outfit. MIL made sure the bear had "big girl panties," because MIL likes to push potty training down everyone's throats whenever/however she can (even though Twinklette couldn't care less, and I'm waiting for her to show interest before I start making a big deal out of it).
Big girl panties notwithstanding, the whole experience was sunshine and rainbows until it was time to pay. Mr. Twinkle was paying (with the birthday gift cards) while I entertained Twinklette, so we were shopping around and looking at the things we could get for the new bear on future trips to the store. Twinklette saw a cell phone (for the bear) and it was all over. I wouldn't have had a problem with her getting a cell phone for her bear if we'd found it earlier--it was $3, and the whole trip was about her getting what she wanted as a birthday present--but at that point we were ready to leave the store and it was too late to buy anything else. So I said no, a tantrum ensued, and I ended up carrying her out of the Build-A-Bear store screaming, "I want a cell phone!" while my inlaws and all the other Build-A-Bear patrons watched with great amusement.
Out on the sidewalk, she was still screaming, and Grandma-in-law said, "May I get her the cell phone?" (which I appreciated). Well, at that point, it was too late to back down and give it to her right then, but I said she could buy it if she really wanted to and give it to her another day. Any other day, actually...I just couldn't let her have it right then because it would be giving in to the tantrum. So then MIL was like, "Maybe you'll get it for your birthday, Twinklette." Well, that's next January, and it's a $3 gift, and I'm pretty sure Twinklette will have forgotten all about it by then. I was pretty much thinking about giving it to her tomorrow, or next week, or for Derby or something. Not making her wait until her birthday...I mean, that is hardcore. So it'll be interesting to see when my GMIL gives her the phone and how much influence MIL really wields over GMIL.
Then tonight, at bedtime, we found the bear's "big girl panties" in Twinklette's crib...I guess they came off (or were taken off) during naptime. Twinklette said, "Look mommy--we forgot her diaper cover!" So Twinklette considers them just another diaper accessory...so much for the concept of big girl panties getting through. Great purchase, MIL.
(Oh...we went to a soccer-themed birthday party at Mockingbird Valley yesterday...the kids ran around the soccer field and kicked balls if they wanted to, and chased balloons, and jumped on giant inflatable bouncers, and had a marvelous time. So today, MIL was all concerned about whether or not Twinklette had learned to play soccer or practiced soccer drills, and was appalled when she found out there was no instruction at the party and that Twinklette was not in fact the next David Beckham and/or Posh Spice. Because heaven forbid the birthday boy and his guests could just have fun and run around without a structured team activity).
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