Little M has never asked if she could buy something. She has never asked me to buy her anything. She has asked if she could touch something, and she has asked if she could hold something, and sometimes if I know she really likes something, I may buy it for her. She is always appreciative and happy, but she has never ASKED if she could have something
…until last week.
We were at the mall doing a little Christmas shopping, and at a card store she spied this ridiculous stuffed gerbil ball thing. With antlers on it’s head, to add to the ridiculousness.
She asked if she could hold it, and I said yes.
Then it happened…she laughed at the ridiculous gerbil, and said to me, “I have it?” I stood in shock for a moment, and she said, louder this time, “I like to have it?”
To be clear, I asked her if she wanted to have the gerbil.
She said yes…then the clincher, “thisa my favorite, mommy. Thisa my favorite!”
What could I do?
We now own a ridiculous stuffed gerbil.
That same day she started naming things.
The gerbil’s name is Doogy. Not Dougie, Dukie, or Doggy. Doogy.
I’m not sure where that name came from, but it is sticking, and “wheresa my Doogie?” can be heard in our house many times throughout the day.
What a precious little weirdo she is!