For at least six weeks Violet has told everyone with ears that she wants a Bouncin' Babbles for Christmas. I'm serious - anyone who has passed within six feet of us has heard about Bouncin' Babbles. This morning she says, "Mommy, I don't want a Bouncin' Babbles after all."
Me: "But if Santa brought it to you anyway, you'd love her, right?"
V: in abject horror, as if I'd suggested she eat her own arm, "Nooooooooo!"
WTF? I was so excited - she's the only one of the three that I absolutely knew was going to have an awesome Christmas morning. Now what? She's still getting the damn doll and Santa's going to have Hot Bourbon Milk Punch with his cookies.
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