My youngest daughter wants a Zu Zu Pet, and she’s making it known to us parents with a steady repetition of “I want a ZuZu Pet” as we clean up after lunch.
My wife interrupts her with a grand idea: “Why don’t you ask Santa Claus?”
The three-year-old stops her chanting, turns and stares at her blankly before announcing her grand idea: “We can go to the supermarket and buy one right now.”
My wife’s mouth drops.
I start to laugh so much that I snort.
My daughter looks over at me blankly and asks, “Why are you snorting like a pig?”
I laugh even more.
Then she says to both of us, “Well?”
“Well what?” we ask.
“Are we going to the supermarket to buy me a Zu Zu Pet or what?”