When I was eight years old, I asked Santa for a pink barbie van for Christmas. On Christmas morning, I raced downstairs to find a pink dollhouse. I was furious. I threw back my head and hollered, “I hate you Santa Claus!!!”. And yes, my parents raised me better than that. I may have not been able to appreciate dollhouses as a child, but with pads like these I’ve learned to show a little respect. Aren’t they grand?
{found via Matchbook Magazine}
Lucky for you Santa doesn’t hold a grudge. xo
p.s. That doll house is still waiting for you.
Thank goodness! Perhaps I’ll wait until Althea gets a little older. That’d be fun for her at Auntie April’s right? Unless of course, she’d prefer to play with a barbie van.
Better tell her to ask Santa. xo