This morning Jessica looked at me very seriously and asked, "Daddy, was it you or Mommy that decided that Steffi could have a DS for Christmas?" I looked out the living room window for a moment, trying to remember if Santa was responsible for the DS gift, and wondering if this was some sort of Santa-related "gotcha" question. "Why?" I asked, stalling for time.
"I just want to know who decided that she could get a DS?" she continued. Remembering that the DS was from us, not Jolly St. Nick, I said that both Mommy and Daddy talked about it, and that we agreed to get her one. "Well," she said, "could you please get me one for my birthday?"
I suppose if I told her it was Mommy's decision I never would have gotten the follow-up question
Goodbye, Aunt Fran
2 weeks ago