Sorry for the delay on posting…not that I expect you were waiting or anything. I’m sure you were busy doing your own thing. If you were like me, you were celebrating the holidays. This years Christmas was as close to perfect as I can think. The presents were a plenty. All my family living in the area came over for Christmas Breakfast. All in all, it was a great Christmas.
The aftermath I could do without. We’re still recovering. It was like someone went to Dollarama and bought 40 bucks of Christmas paper. Then bought a half stick of TNT at the hardware store and set the whole thing of in my living room. Even now as I survey the wrapping paper, wasteland that is my living room I don’t really know how this happened. We started out so responsible. We had just one gift. But, just like that catchy tune we all know, you get one gitft and it leads to another. You get two gifts, to go with the others. Then you get three gifts, and oh brother…
But, this post is not about my contributions to the death of mother earth. Instead, I would like to talk about something happened on Christmas morning that is causing me some concern.
My daughter opened up a gift and received a Mickey Mouse doll. I’m not sure if I’ve covered this in the past, but Abby loves Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She loves it. When she opened the gift and saw Mickey Staring back at her…well, she lost it. She started doing her two step “I’m-so-Freaking-Excited-I-Don’t-Know-What-To-Do” dance and pushed the box at me. I’m pretty sure this is toddler for “Here. Make yourself useful and open this”. Once the doll is out of the box, she takes it and runs over to her coloring table.
Abby’s coloring table has two chairs. One of these chairs is always occupied by a Winnie the Pooh doll. She has played and colored with Winnie the Pooh ever since she started using that table. She’ll sit there and color something and then hold it up so Winnie can see. Ever so often she’ll give Winnie a kiss. She loves Winnie. Or so, I thought. Abby gets to the table, grabs a hold of Winnie’s ear and whips him to the ground and puts Mickey in the chair of honour. She threw Winnie almost three feet and didn’t look back. I’ve seen scenes from “Goodfellas” that had more tenderness than Abby displayed in her treatment of Winnie.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad she loves her gift. I’m glad she’s happy. I am a little worried at how quickly she got rid of something she once loved so much. Am I this replaceable? Will I find myself thrown aside as soon as something or someone cooler comes along? I suppose that as the father of a little girl, this will eventually happen. I promise you this, when it does happen, I’ll put up more of a fight than that loser Winnie.
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