Saturdays at the violin store
tend to be particularly busy. (Seriously, if you are making a list of
recession-proof industries? Put neighborhood violin store on it. We
don’t even advertise and I am swamped with work.) This last Saturday
went by in one long blur, because there were so many people to help and
instruments to take in and send out, and I was a little dazed when I got
home.
So dazed, in fact, that I wondered if I was seeing this right when I went upstairs and glanced into my daughters’ room:
Yes, that’s a tree. With dusty, spray-painted plastic leaves. It
wasn’t there when I went to work. Apparently one of our neighbors had a
yard sale, and the kids pooled their own money to buy the tree.
I came downstairs and said to my husband, “Did you know there is a tree in the girls’ room?”
And yes, he did know. I often find it interesting in what ways our
parenting instincts diverge, but this one took me a minute to wrap my
mind around. Because if I had been home when the kids asked to buy a
fake tree covered with dust I would have found a clear way to say,
“No.” The reason being that it’s awful, and unlike other awful things
that can be removed from the house while the children are looking
another direction (I’m still getting away with the line, “It must have
been lost in the move….”) I can’t sneak out a tree without them noticing
it’s gone.
Ian said from his point of view, the kids spent their own money on
it, and it made them incredibly happy. He liked seeing them that
happy. So how am I supposed to argue with that? It’s hard to even be
annoyed with that.
I did tell Aden that she lucked out that I wasn’t home that day,
because I would not have approved the purchase of the tree. I asked her
where she planned to put it, because it couldn’t stay in the doorway. I
suggested the corner behind the door, but Aden didn’t like that because
it would block access to the mirror. I said we could remove their toy
box and put the tree in that spot, but Aden didn’t like that either.
She eventually settled on her terrace as the new home for her tree, which sounds fine by me. I had envisioned live plants out there,
but I can deal with a fake tree on the terrace. Unfortunately there
has been some wind and rain since the tree went outside, and when I
checked on it, it looked like this:
So there’s that. (At least they didn’t bring home something that would pee on the carpet. I’m scared that’s next.)
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