I can only hope she’ll use her powers for good and not evil. I don’t think it likely, but I can hope.<\/p>\n
Today, after ballet, I took Pie to the bookstore in my quest for some design books. Now that I know that a designer is out of the budget, I’ve taken it upon myself to educate myself at least minimally on design. Which meant standing for about 45 minutes in the Design\/Interior Decorating section of Barnes and Noble, trying to figure out how The Big Book of Window Treatments<\/i><\/a> is different from Design Ideas for Window Treatments<\/i><\/a>, which is different from Window Treatments Idea Book<\/i><\/a> how? I couldn’t figure it out, so standing there in the aisles of the store, I not-so-discreetly put all the books on reserve at my local library. The one book that really did look interesting, though, was a $45 book<\/a> (only $30 at Amazon), which is on hold by many other people, but I’m on the waiting list, too, because I’m trying to save all available cash reserves for, oh, you know, furniture.<\/p>\n But the Pie was a patient girl, and while she made many requests for a book of her own, I was able to dissuade her and keep her nearby. I took my time, browsing the 50% off table and looking through the writing books. To appease her, I told her she could pick out a magazine for herself to read while we got a treat. Ladybug<\/i><\/a> or Nat Geo Little Kids<\/i><\/a> maybe or even Highlights High Five<\/i><\/a>, if I was feeling particularly generous. She was pleased with this idea and I figured it would buy me time to look at the design magazines.<\/p>\n So off to the magazines we go. And then she began. “Brides! I see brides! Weddings! Look, Mommy, a wedding magazine! Can I have a wedding magazine? How about just a small one. Please? PUH-LEASE? Mommy, I really need a wedding magazine. I need it for me and Jasmine. Mommy, I want a wedding magazine. See, Mommy, this one is a little one? Can’t I have just a little wedding magazine? Just a little one? It’s okay, Mommy, just a little one. Mommy, I really, really want a wedding magazine! Please? Please? Please? Please?”<\/p>\n I insisted not, that there was just something morally repugnant about buying a three-year-old a wedding magazine (although I didn’t state it in those words), and that no, absolutely not, she could not have a wedding magazine, the kid magazine are just over there and she can have whatever kid magazine she wants.<\/p>\n “But Mommy I want a wedding magazine! With a bride! I need a bride. Oh, please, Mommy, oh please! Oh all right. Where are the kid magazines? Look! Look! Look, Mommy, look! Cinderella is on this magazine<\/a>! Can I have this magazine? Oh, please! Can I have the Cinderella magazine,” to which I quickly replied, “Sure!”<\/p>\n It wasn’t until I had paid for the magazine, purchased a vanilla milk, and was reading some inane cartoon about Snow White that I realized the girl had completely hoodwinked me. I mean, on what planet was I going to buy her a princess magazine? But that master manipulating mind of hers realized if she posited it against the wedding magazines, it was a no brainer! Of course she could have the princess magazine! (Did I use the word posit<\/i> correctly there? Hmmm…)<\/p>\n That girl is smart<\/i>! And it scares me. I need to increase brain power. Maybe start doing crossword puzzles or something? Someday she’s going to be a powerful CEO. Or world leader. Or grifter. Hard to tell at this point.<\/p>\n