One of Those Days

Tuesdays are long days. Chloe has enrichment in the morning, lunch and play, kindergarten and then twice a month she has her Daisy meeting. Tuesday was also the school bake sale. Matt volunteered to help the bake sale, which translated means I baked and worked his shift.

At 3:00, 500+ elementary kids bombarded the table looking for a sweet treat for $1. We were sold out after 30 minutes. Chloe missed the bake sale because she had a Daisy meeting. When I picked her up later that afternoon, she didn't want to tell me anything except to whine that she didn't get to buy a cupcake at the bake sale. She cried, whined and yelled in the car how it wasn't fair and it was the worst day of her life. (SERIOUSLY--and she's only 5)

Being the complete pushover I drove to main street and the upscale cupcake shop. I took Chloe inside and gave her $3 and told her to buy a cupcake. She picked out the tie-dyed cupcake with the peace sign on it. She was happy...for now.

Since we were in town I decided to take her a few doors down to the kids shoe store to look for navy dress shoes and to get some new winter boots. Yes, *U*G*G* boots. The shoes store had no navy dress shoes but they had a giant selection of "the boots". Chloe made her choice, she got sized and we made our purchase.

As we headed back to the car, I said, "What a nice ending to what you said was 'the worst day of your life'. You got a tie-dyed cupcake and some really nice *U*gg boots. What more could you want"!

"I want a backpack with a peace sign on it," Chloe responded.

AAAARRRGGGHHHHH! The drive home was spent talking about rhetorical questions and how smart little girls who just got an expensive cupcake and expensive boots wouldn't have answered one.