The Airplane Situation

I have to make quite a few key copies in the pet sitting business, so our family frequents Ace Hardware. They have a small but mighty shelf of toys near the check stand that always entices Po. For several weeks, he has been checking out a particular Hawaiian Airlines-looking yellow airplane with doors that open, and last week the lovely greeter told him he could get it next time we came to Ace, pretty much forcing my hand. When I announced this morning that we were going to Ace to make key copies, thinking this promise would have been forgotten, he immediately jumped up and down and said "yeah! That man told me I could get the yellow airplane today! I get to get the yellow airplane!"

No getting out of this one. If the guy had been there, I would have made him pay for it.

We came home with the airplane.

Needless to say, he's been playing with it all day and cuddled with the sharp iron weapon during nap time. At dinner tonight, with the airplane looking over his meal, he said "Mommy, I think we need to have a little talk about the airplane situation."

Nearly spitting out my beverage all over him, I confirmed "situation?"

"Yes, the airplane situation. Why did you get me the airplane?"

"Well," I began, leaving out the part about the presumptuous sales clerk, "You've been consistently wanting it for several weeks, and you've been a pretty good boy lately, so I thought you deserved it."

He pondered for a split second, and then asked, "Well, why did I want the airplane? You tell me."

"No, you tell me why you wanted the airplane."

Giant grin..."No, you tell me about the airplane situation."

I'm so not winning this.