Mr. Husband is contractually obligated to always be older than me. In order to meet his obligations, he will be celebrating (I use that term VERY loosely) a birthday this coming Sunday. While I have already acquired a gift for his very special day, today I thought I would quickly drag Alexis through a store just to see if she had any thoughts for a gift of her own.
As we walked through the door, I asked Alexis if she had any ideas what Daddy might like for his birthday. "Underwear!" she replied as she drug me to the mens furnishings department and started tucking packages of underwear under her arms. Apparently she is very concerned about his underwear supply because she wanted to buy him a big ol' pile of boxers.
"I don't think Daddy wants underwear for his birthday," I finally told her. She didn't believe me, but she still was kind enough to put down the underwear and follow me over to another department. "Let's look for some more ideas," I told her.
"Daddy would like this!" she proclaimed as she picked up a baby blue ceramic Easter bunny.
"Um . . . let's see what else we can find," I told her, thinking that it really was a cute little bunny.
"Daddy would like this picture!" she said. The picture was an image of a woman's sillhouette in front of a Parisian background. It would be perfect in our dining room.
"What else do you see that you think he would like?" I asked.
"This! Daddy would love this pot!" she said, pointing to a gorgeous deep red Le Creuset casserole pot. It just so happened to be one that I have always wanted.
"Mommy would like that, but what would Daddy like?" I asked.
"Oh! This mirror! Daddy would like this mirror!" she said as she grabbed the side of a gorgeous full-length mirror.
"Let's look over here," I said, slightly baffled (and overjoyed) by the kid's ability to select things that *I* would love.
"Oooooh! Look! She's so beautiful!" Alexis proclaimed after setting her eyes on a metal earring holder shaped like a woman in a formal dress. "We HAVE to buy this for Daddy!" she added.
"I think you want that for you, not for Daddy," I said.
"No! Daddy should get this for his birthday!" she said.
"How long are you going to let Daddy have that before you put it in your room?" I asked.
"5 minutes," she replied.
It took the kid a while, but I think it's safe to say that she has finally figured out the fine art of shopping for yourself under the guise of hunting for a gift for someone else.
