Animal Farm
On Sunday, I am invited to my cousin's youngest son's - Linus' - birthday party. When I saw him a couple of weeks ago and asked him what he wants, he gave a very definite answer:
- A wolf. A black wolf.
So today I went hunting for wolfs. Black wolfs. But without any luck. The local toy store was out of wolfs. All kinds.
Had it been any other two-year-old, a dog would easily have been good enough. (Of course it is a wolf!). However, Linus and his big brother are too smart for people like me - people who look for the easy way out and don't mind feeding children half-lies. At my visit, we looked through the toy store's catalogue of animals. Guess who won the game of naming mos
t animals?
Not me.
So. There was no getting away with buying a dog. Which is too bad. The toy store had a wide collection.
Instead I ended up with an ostrich.
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I'll be back with an update on Sunday.
Had it been any other two-year-old, a dog would easily have been good enough. (Of course it is a wolf!). However, Linus and his big brother are too smart for people like me - people who look for the easy way out and don't mind feeding children half-lies. At my visit, we looked through the toy store's catalogue of animals. Guess who won the game of naming mos
t animals?Not me.
So. There was no getting away with buying a dog. Which is too bad. The toy store had a wide collection.
Instead I ended up with an ostrich.
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I'll be back with an update on Sunday.
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Postat av: mom
I can´t wait for Linus to say, where is the wolf? But I´m sure he like the ostrich.
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