Mom: What does Miss Missy want for her birthday?
Me: An ipod.
Mom: What?? Isn't she a little young for an ipod?
Me: Yeah, but she said that she wants "one of those listening things that you put in your ears that play all my songs like Dora songs and Barney songs."
Mom: Aww how cute. How much?
Me: About 150 bucks. she's talking about a real ipod, mom.
Silence
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Me: she saw this commercial on TV for a doll that pees and brushes her teeth for 60 bucks!
Mom: Okay, I'll send you the money next week.
Me: what?!?!? If I had asked for a doll more than $15 you woulda said NO!
Mom: 60 is different now. It's more like 40.
Mom: That Cabbage Patch was more than 15.
Me: I guess.
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Me: Kennedy wants a Princess scooter and an ipod for her birthday.
My phone rings!
Dad: What!
Me: Yeah, she says she wants an ipod so that she can listens to Dora and Barney and Disney songs and stuff. Imagine that.
Dad: That girl is something else. So which one do you want me to get?
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Okay I didn't expect that one. When did my parents become so giving when it came to the expensive gifts. Why are they so willing to by an ipod for a 4 year old? My kids are so spoiled by their grandparents and they get almost anything they ask for. It wasn't really the same for me. Well at least not all the time.
(Imagine the wavy lines as I go into a reverie of the past. )
I so longed for a Barbie Dream House. I watched those commercials of Barbie and Ken chillin' in her hot tub in her mansion and I wanted one of those beautiful houses for my blonde couple. and their friends. There was so much furniture that went with this thing! The glamorous bed with the tall posts. And all the little tiny knives, forks and spoons for the kitchen that came with a stove and kitchen table. I was in love!
Christmas morning came and I settled for the Barbie Town House. Not exactly the same. Held up buy a few pieces of plastic and some cardboard. Just as fun, I guess, for a 6 or 7 year old, but nothing in comparison to the DREAM HOUSE!
So each year for about 5 years, I still hoped that Santa would bring that Dream House, but he never did. Boy was Santa a disappointment! He ate my cookies and Never NEVER did he leave that darn Dream House.
That's always been a sore spot with me!
Years, later, my sister, who is 12 years younger than me, got my DREAM HOUSE! Ain't that some MESS!?!? Yep, mom gave her the BARBIE DREAM HOUSE that I had so longed for.
Now, that house has since been passed down to Miss Missy and is waiting in the attic for the days when she is old enough to play with it. I'm so grateful for it, because little did I understand back then was that Santa Couldn't afford a $150 TOY house and he still can't for Miss Missy!
6 comments:
My sister got that very DREAM HOUSE!!! She was 5 years older than I and I wasn't allowed to play with it unless she let me. I feel your pain. Her dad got it for her for Christmas. I never got a Barbie house. :-( But oh well, i got to play with hers sometimes. I think she might have had hte town house too. I remember the elevator thing, but the memory is fuzzy.
Yes, the good stuff is expensive. I am thrilled that my son inherited my brother's PS2. Saves me some dough.
I had the town house, too! I love it though! I mean, come on! It had an elevator! That's hott!
Jenni...whose kids both have iPods.
HaHaHa! You daughter reminds me of mine! They always want the "expensive stuff." I ended up giving my 5 year old my old iPod when I got a new one.
Oh, and the townhouse rocked!
I"m guessing it's because they have very little expenses anymore. They're fiscally safe and have no worries anymore.
My Dad never spent a penny when I was a kid, but once we were all out, and he had everything paid for, he totally mellowed out and started spending.
It was pretty cool.
yeah, we start getting screwed early in life, don't we?
Loved your post!!!!!!!!
Don't you just love being last for everything! I swear my grandma forgot that I even existed after my daughter was born.
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