alternate title: teens are hard to buy for...
A package arrived at our house.
I opened it, very excited. Amie had asked for this very cute painted ponies backpack last year and when I finally got around to ordering it, they were out of stock. So, this school year I was pleased to see they still had them, and they were throwing in a free matching lunch-bag, too.
So, the lunch-bag arrived (the backpack is on back-order) and I unpacked it with glee. I had escaped sub-par mom status with this successful purchase.... Anyway, I unpacked it with glee, then put it behind my back while I went searching for Amie- intending to ask her to "pick a hand".
Meg saw me pull it out, saw me approaching her direction with an excited smile and the bag behind my back...and she assumed with much alarm that I had ordered it for her- since she loves horses. She pasted on this frozen sort-of-terrified look on her face.
I realized that she was afraid it was for her,
and she was frantically trying to figure out a way to tell me she really did not want a pretty ponies lunch bag~ without hurting my feelings! I put her fears to rest. After having a really good laugh at her expense...first.
I had to make her pose with it for the blawg....