Calder has been honing his negotiating skills. Yesterday at Target, as we wandered down the office supply aisle, Calder spied a weird gadget that seemed to be a ruler, hole puncher, stapler, and who-knows-what-else, in the shape of an airplane. Here's what ensued:
Calder: Look Mommy! I need that rocket! Let's get it for Milo!
Me: No, I don't think so.
Calder: But it's super cool and not expensive! (Mind you, he's three and cannot read and, thus, would not know whether the item were expensive.)
Me: Nope. I don't think so, honey.
At this time, a young, college-age couple on the aisle smiles, repeats Calder's catch phrases, and starts to giggle at Calder's brave attempts at characterizing the airplane-shaped-gadget that does who-knows-what in an enticing manner. I turn to them, smile, and say, "Yes folks, he's only three, but he already drives a hard bargain." Well, we did not purchase the whatever it was, despite Calder's shrieks and whines. But I guess he won after all, as we left Target with a voice-changing full Darth Vader helmet. (It was on sale.)
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