We went to the toy store yesterday to buy a friend’s birthday present. Rocco asked if I would buy him a train. No.
Vincenzo asked if I would buy him a marshmallow shooter. No.
Rocco asked if I would buy him a car set. No.
Vincenzo asked if I would buy him a rocket launcher. No.
Rocco asked if I would buy him a marble set, a suspension bridge, a crossbow, and an ant farm. No, no, no, and extra no!
Leo asked if I would buy him a tutu. Well…
I have been waiting eight years for one of my kids to ask me that very question.
I know this post is making the grandparents very uncomfortable, so I will tell you that the tutu stage was short-lived. Leo wore it for ten minutes or so before deciding it was completely irritating and was inhibiting his need to wrestle Daddy, eat chocolate chip cookies and wipe his hands on his shorts, play in the dirt, go potty, and pretty much do anything except sit in one place.
But man, is it easy to take an adorable picture of your kids when they’re wearing tutus!