Oh, dear. We had a rough day this weekend. Those of you with 3-4ish year olds will know what I'm talking about.
Poor Violet accompanied me on a host of errands this weekend. They were boring, boring, boring...no fun in sight. To take the sting off standing in a multitude of lines, I kept reminding her of the fun Campbell Christmas Celebration we'd be attending for lunch.
It's a small (TINY) town that hosted a holiday get-together. She was particularly interested in the bounce houses. Why do kids like those so much? Have you ever met a pre-school aged kid that wasn't obsessesed with those?
Wails of woe....gnashing of teeth....sadness like you wouldn't believe.
To be fair, Violet took it like a champ. She sucked it up. That adorable lower lip quivered and there were the tiniest of tears. She wanted to know WHY? Why did it break just when I got there? Did I do something wrong?
But we reassured her she was just fine and that sometimes bad things happen. Sad, but maybe not a bad lesson for life in general. I promised her we could bake gingerbread cookies instead, which was met with a renewed faith in life. Or at least a renewed faith in cookies.