… a lot like Christmas

We, my daughter and I, were roaming up and down the local craft store as my wife hunts for her knitting supply. She, my wife, has become a knitting fool this last year or so. If you don't keep moving in my house she'll knit you right into a sweater. It is like living with some spider that spins yarn instead of silk. Anyway, my daughter was doing her usual strategic window shopping and spotted something with Hello Kitty on it, and immediately began to covet it. I try to avoid buying things for the kids after Thanksgiving. I mean they're going to get loaded up with crap here on Christmas soon, so no buying for them, or at least giving them the stuff until then. So as Addie was having one of her quiet meltdowns. She doesn't throw a tantrum in stores, she made that mistake once and I just picked her up and left the store. She knows I'm not bluffing when it comes to outbursts in public. Having thwarted a tantrum, I go into managing the quiet meltdown. The quiet meltdown is where she starts to tear up and struggles to fight it but the emotions of the situation are too strong. I suggested that she write down this Hello Kitty thing on a list to Santa. She threw me the usual questions like, "how will he know where it is?" and "How will he know to get THAT one?" and so forth. As a result she wrote this little note to Santa. (click for a bigger picture).