I would like to think (not that I’m thinking for you or anything (also, I already think too much, so perhaps, I shouldn’t be thinking at all)), that we all want to give our kids the world, not having them want for anything, yet, let them manage to grow up to not be snot nosed brats who feel entitled to everything. Appreciation is not one of a child’s finer qualities, but even if they don’t appreciate it now, certainly, I’ll be grateful if they at least acknowledge their appreciation later.
But it doesn’t look like it, based on the fact that poor Woody was beheaded today… by my daughter.
Seriously, what the hell? Everyone would probably assume it’s the boy child that wants to blow shit up, or rip the head off of some poor suspecting barbie doll, like Sid from Toy Story.
But no. The Mini was never a destructive kid. But he never outright destoryed toys, or ripped apart books. LG? She destroys everything. And she does it all with a charmingly, coy, cute smile on her face. Complete with dimple, and maybe a slight giggle, for effect. Nothing is safe from her wrath. And I’m at that point, now, where even though I make lists of stuff that I’d love them to have, (so I can play with it too, let’s be real here) I can’t even bring myself to buy anything, because I know that she’ll just rip it apart.
I need ideas for indestructible toys for her birthday. Even though I know she’ll find a way to destroy it.