Busted

I know that when I publicly get smug, karma hunts me down and slaps me in the face, AND YET.

I should have known not to brag that Alexis isn't nosy enough to get into her Christmas presents. The reality is that SHE IS, but only virtually. I KNEW THAT.

Alexis has a Kindle Fire. It's one of her favoritest things in this world, which is good because it's all she got for her birthday last year. She doesn't read much on it because she prefers paper books, but she does use it. A lot. Free digital books are her favorite kind of digital books. She also checks books out from the library because that's some serious magic.

And apparently when you have a Kindle Fire and it's connected to a Prime account (which it has to be to give her access to free books), you can see your shopping history. ALL OF IT.

So Alexis, in her infinite wisdom, happened to see that I made an Amazon purchase on Black Friday. Echo Dots are $20, so GO GET YOU ONE AND STUFF. And I got two. One for Alexis and one for Mila. We have a regular Echo and both girls love asking it to play music or read books or whatever.

So Alexis saw what I had done. She promptly opened her mouth, "Hey, mom. Can I have an Echo Dot for Christmas?" Then she smirked, fully demonstrating that she knows how to use sarcasm on an expert level.

What Alexis doesn't know, however, is that I have no problem ruining her attempt at ruining the surprise. I suddenly have an Echo Dot for my kitchen. Hooray! And Mila can still have hers. But the big mouth, she who can't just keep quiet when she accidentally snoops, is out of luck.

So there, Alexis. I win.