There was a little girl of about 6 years old walking along with her mother as I was leaving Target yesterday.
The girl was sobbing hysterically repeatedly saying,
"I will be good! I will be good! I just want it! I just want it!"
Mom replied once with a stern,
"I told you to be good before hand."
I don't believe this response appeased the child because she continued to cry & utter her "I will be good!" speech.
I felt badly for her.
I know how it feels to me, as an adult when I can't get what I want.
And I remember what it felt like when I was 6 years old & my parents refused my request for the best dress-record-toy in the universe.
My world would come crashing down around me.
I would not & could not ever be happy again.
I watched the duo walk into the parking lot,
and as the girl's wails faded into the distance
I said to myself,
"Oh sweetie, you won't even remember this in 2-3 days."
No sooner had the sentence escaped my lips did I then utter (with a smile),
"Or maybe you will remember it for the rest of life like I do the fact that my mother refused to buy me the David Cassidy Trapper Keeper."
I was in second or third grade when I spotted the binders at
Turnstyle while back-to-school shopping.
One with Donny Osmond the other with dreamy David Cassidy.
I so badly wanted that Trapper Keeper.
To be able to look at not one but 3 pictures of David all day long!
I begged & pleaded with my mom.
"Please mom. Please. It's David Cassidy. I love him soooooooo much. Please!!!!!! I'll never ask for anything ever again. I promise. PLEASE!!!"
She refused.
Her excuse?
Too expensive for something that probably wouldn't last the entire school.
I was completely mortified when she instead purchased an ugly, plain, orange 3-ring binder. Ughhhhhhh!
Well I showed her alright...not last the school year my left foot...about 10 years ago I finally threw out that hideous binder. If she had gotten me the David Cassidy Trapper Keeper I would still have it today.

I think I love him