Dear Laney,
Tonight, we went to dinner with Peg Peg and Tex at an Italian place here in Montgomery. You were extremely well-behaved, so we walked over to the bookstore across the parking lot after dinner. It was in the children's section of Books-A-Million where I rediscovered a major discrepancy between parenting and grandparenting.
When we found out that the store sold stuffed animal versions of the Backyardigans, I suggested that you pick your favorite. As in one. Peg Peg looked at me like I had suggested that instead of booking The Beatles for our party, we should just get Ringo. And then she said, "Well, you couldn't possibly break up the set."
Never mind that until last month, your grandmother had never HEARD of the dang Backyardigans. Never mind that we don't have room in our suitcase for Tasha, Uniqua, Tyrone, Pablo AND Austin. Never mind that the animals aren't actually a living breathing set of friends who would notice if they were missing a member.
When we got home, we called Dad and asked, "They had stuffed Backyardigans at the bookstore. Guess how many we came home with?" He silently counted, then said, "Five."
Apparently, your dad was aware of the Grandparent Rule of Excess.
Love,
Mom
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