Lynnette left for work and a short time after, Madison and I popped out of bed to take care of the the last of our (my) Christmas chores. I may or may not have bought Madison’s patience with the promise of a trip to Chuck E. Cheese. Well, it worked. We’re done.
Madison awoke to find that Reid had written up and printed an extremely long letter on this, his last morning with our family for 2013. Madison’s a smart girl. She figured out that Uncle Matty played Santa Claus because of his shoes. One day soon, she’s not going to be able to reconcile the fact that Reid is the epitome of stupidity for an entire month, then somehow turns it all around on the last night and becomes exactly as eloquent as her mother pretending to write for a child. But apparently, today is not that day.
Lynnette Reid included in his manifesto that there would be a temporary abeyance of his Elf Magic which would allow Madison to touch him to say goodbye before he disappears into the cold of his box the North Pole. Madison gave him a few hugs and marveled at the construction of his suit case.
So maybe you recall that Lynnette had her annual Black Friday Kate Spade binge and I am also the proud owner of a new computer. As such, we both pledge a $40 limit on gifts to each other this year. Madison and I found Lynnette’s gift yesterday, and today we went out in search of her stocking stuffer. “We just got mom’s gift already!” Madison said, fueled by hopes of Chuck E. Cheese. “We’re looking for her stocking stuffer!” I said. “What?” Madison cried. “How would you feel if your stocking is empty tomorrow morning?” “I would be sad!” she said. Well, then. And about that spending limit? Look, things really just escalated quickly. Also, I was getting pressured by Madison’s “I’m cold!” and “Just get it already!” Damn it, I was compromised.
And after what must have felt like an age to Madison, we arrived at Chuck E. Cheese. I’ve long thought that Madison would quickly outgrow Chuck E. Cheese and his cohorts, but perhaps I was mistaken. She’s 5 now, and aging out of the simple rides and into the games that she either lacked the coordination or understanding for. I can see this going on for another couple of years before she runs out of things to enjoy there, at which point she’ll be juuuust old enough to look forward to devouring pizza at birthday parties for younger kids. Solid business plan, Chuck.