Sultry Husband told me that while he was at the store with my girls the other day, M found something that she really wants for Christmas. I was interested until he told me what it was. A huge box of every kind of bead.
Now for a little bit of back story. Months ago, or was it even a year ago, I bought all kinds of beads for my girls to string and make necklaces. They loved the activity and would spend hours stringing them. My main complaint was that I found beads all over my house. Every corner of every room. I would step on them in the middle of the night, my vacuum refused to pick them up, so they would just get pushed around, till I crawled around on hands and knees to pick up and throw away the infamous beads.
Yes, I threw away every last one. I grew to hate beads with a passion. The mere mention of beads would send me into a fit. So please, can you tell me, why am I actually considering the request? M seemed so delighted at the prospect. It is a cheap gift that I know would be her favorite. Perhaps I could find a way of not giving full access to the beads, and thus hopefully forgoing the stepping on the bead in the middle of the night syndrome. The girls are both older, but are they more responsible?
Questions that are going through my mind as I hope that somehow, one of you will talk me out of getting the beads. Cheap gift that gives thrills and brings a huge smile to my girl’s face, or my sanity. Which one is more valuable?
