There is absolutely no doubt that Alexis is spoiled rotten. She has more toys, clothes, books, and assorted stuff than any kid could ever hope to possess. While I am in great part guilty of contributing to the spoiling, my soft spots are clothes, books, and art supplies. I'm all about cuddling up on the couch and reading a book or fifty while donning super-cute clothes. However, I am not guilty of bringing in the countless licensed character toys. For example, I may have bought maybe two Dora the Latina Whore toys ever, and then it was only because they were soooooo on sale that it would have been a felony to not buy them. The licensed character variety of spoiling usually comes from Mr. Husband or in the form of a gift from a relative or friend.

A certain someone seems to have figured this all out.

A few days ago we were walking through Sam's Club, perusing aisle after aisle of things we don't need. Mr. Husband had wandered to look at Steelers gear, Nana (Grandma) was off looking for water, and Pops (Grandpa) had drifted to parts unknown. It was just me and Alexis wandering down the toy aisle.

We walked up to a Handy Manny heap of plastic and noise and Alexis asked to push the buttons and play with it for a minute. I obliged and waited patiently as Wilmer Valderrama blared out something or other about tools. He might have called himself a tool; I'm not entirely sure.

After a few minutes, I told Alexis it was time to move on. She thought for a moment, then said, "I want Nana to buy this."

Watch out world, Alexis may only be 2 1/2, but she knows how to get what she wants.