Yesterday was the love of Mike’s life’s birthday party, so we went to get her a gift. As we were driving to Target, I suggested we get her Hullabaloo. Good choice, right?
Apparently not. And here I quote Mike. “NO, Mommy. Girls like beautiful things. Boys like cool things.”
After clarification, I learned that “beautiful” pretty much equates to “princess,” so we made our first trip down the pink aisle. Mike chose some light-up Barbie mules complete with a light-up Barbie mirror-cum-magic wand.
The birthday girl’s mom was nice enough to invite Robbie too, so the three of us headed off to Chuck E Cheese. Never having been there before the guys were very excited. They had a blast, although Robbie was disturbed that the mouse didn’t talk. And for a while I thought I was going to have to climb into the Habitrail to get them out of this car.
On the drive home we were talking about how fun the party was, and wondering if the birthday girl was going to like her gift.
Then I had a thought.
I said, “Mike, you know what? I’m a girl. A grown-up girl. Do I like beautiful things?” He said yes. “Do I like cool things?” He very definitively said no.
I told him that I love cool things. And that I think princesses are OK, but they’re not my favorite. That completely blew his mind, and he sat quietly in the back seat for a while processing that.
So yeah, I had a pretty good weekend ;)