Nothing like a little greed to start the holiday season.
The youngest member of our family has recently undergone a classy word explosion. Want this. Mine. I want this. Want this one. Awesome. Mama, want this. Mine. Mine. Mine! Want this one. Want this awesome. Mine. I hear it all day long. Just in time for the holidays.
I have been scratching my head all week long trying to figure out how she stumbled across those phrases. "I want this one" has never come out of my mouth (ahem, well, at least not in her presence) and she's practically attached to my hip.
As I was cleaning up after dinner yesterday I glanced over and saw all three kids quietly glued to the television watching the holiday Shrek special I recorded. And then the commercials rolled.... Polly Pockets Race to the Mall "Mama, I want that" Lola screamed and then a Ben 10 watch commercial "Awesome, Mom. I want that" and then a commercial for baby life insurance and Fifi squeaked "Want this" and also a very animated "aaaaaawesome.... baby."
They have been told that their letters have already reached the North Pole to which Lola suggested that we send Santa an e-mail with revisions to which I replied that Santa doesn't get a good Internet connection in the North Pole. I think I am safe, for now. As their mother, I know that they aren't greedy just a little excited since they don't get toys outside of their birthdays or special events like surgeries and when mommy skips town alone without them. Jay and Lola both know that their lists have to be perfect because of this.
"Mine" has also made it's debut from the mouth of Fifi, probably because nothing is really hers. It's either Jay's Legos or Lola's Barbies and the Fifi just ping pongs between them both searching for her own place. All three kids were invited to a neighbor's birthday party the other day and all three received goody bags. This was Fifi's very first goody bag.
"Mine?" Fifi asked when presented with a purple tote. "Tank you."
"Mine!!!" She screamed as I tried to take it away from her at bed time. "Want this awesome. Mine!!!" I did manage to remove the necklace for her personal safety while sleeping, but the rest she slept with and religiously carried the next day.
19 more days of hearing "want this" and "want this one" could possibly result in a full head of gray hair. I could turn the TV off each afternoon, during that lovely bewitching hour before bedtime that I count on it for, but that would result in me pulling out all of my hair.
Do you know of any fables, stories, poems, or books for younger children that focus on greed? Or perhaps a store where I can purchase a classy hat for the meantime? I could also rock a blonde wig.
Because. I want. I need.