Or, Capricious Four-year Olds.
The girl who dresses up as a fairy all the time all of a sudden doesn’t like fairies anymore. The doll was the last gift. Granota flung out the tissue paper and then grabbed the fairy by the hair and flung her out, too.
She was a little wound up, so she may have just been putting on a show, but she definitely wasn’t excited about the doll. Sigh. In one of our multiple trips back upstairs after “bedtime,” Mr. Gren said Granota told him that she likes the fairy, but doesn’t want to touch it yet. And that also, it needs shoes. He asked her if she would like it once it had shoes and she assured him that she would. Who knows. Guess I’ll be making fairy shoes in the hopes of redeeming the past two weeks of my time!
Oh Jen, I’m sorry! Truly hoping she will realize what a sweet doll it is! You did a great job!
Quelle horreur! She’ll like it tomorrow.
Thanks, ladies! I hope so! Four year old, thou art fickle.
She will treasure it later 😉 As you said, the excitement of the party … once she comes down from that … there will be a time she will pick it up and be enchanted 😉
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