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I went to a Headstart Christmas party today, in which the cheapest bag lunch ever was served and presents were given to the children. Also there was a Santa Claus and singing and some woman in a cardboard dreidal (wtf?). Unfortunately, my gift was...less than exemplary.
So while I go out and get a fluffy Cabbage Patch Kids puppy because I don't know what to get a 3-year-old girl, everyone else seems to have totally ignored the $5-10 dollar advisory and gotten guns that shoot foam airplanes or RC bulldozers. This winds up making me feel like a total heel, as expected.
The first thing out of her mouth once my girl tugs the puppy out of the bag? "What does it do?"
"Um...well, you can take it for walks." *searches in vain for some sort of button to press to make it woof or whatever*
"Oh. I wanna real dog."
"...right."
She then went on to name it Sparklebrittle, stuff it back in the bag and spend the rest of the time make shapes of a nearby kid's PlayDoh. I suck.
So while I go out and get a fluffy Cabbage Patch Kids puppy because I don't know what to get a 3-year-old girl, everyone else seems to have totally ignored the $5-10 dollar advisory and gotten guns that shoot foam airplanes or RC bulldozers. This winds up making me feel like a total heel, as expected.
The first thing out of her mouth once my girl tugs the puppy out of the bag? "What does it do?"
"Um...well, you can take it for walks." *searches in vain for some sort of button to press to make it woof or whatever*
"Oh. I wanna real dog."
"...right."
She then went on to name it Sparklebrittle, stuff it back in the bag and spend the rest of the time make shapes of a nearby kid's PlayDoh. I suck.
