B is for Batman?

B: You know what you and Daddy should get me for my birthday?
Me: What's that?
B: Shoes with suction cups on the bottom. You know, so I can walk on the ceiling.
Me: Brianna, they don't make those, and you can't walk on the ceiling.
B: So just sew some.

Sewing. Learning to sew has been B's main goal this school vacation. Unfortunately we have had zero time for sewing since we've done a billion other things that she's also wanted to do. She has zero knowledge of the sewing machine, so we really need to put aside an entire day to learn the basics. I'm expecting an angry frown when I hand her a piece of paper to practice on, and a rage quit when I teach her to thread the machine. Yeah, it's going to go GREAT. But, I will try, because I love that she finally shares an interest with me. I've mostly been passed over for Daddy's love of Legos, Nerf, and the ancient art of foam sword fighting.


B: I know what you can get me instead! Graveling hooks.
Me: Graveling hooks?
B: Yeah.
Me: I think maybe you mean grappling hooks?
B: Yeah, whatever. Get me some some grabbeling hooks so if I want to go up to the loft, I can just throw it up there and pull myself up.


In case you're concerned, I'm not buying her 'grabbeling' hooks. I'm sure she'd be the envy of all the boys, but it's not happening. When is the age when kids find out how much things REALLY cost? Like, the true meaning of money? Never? Okay. *


Although her birthday isn't until August, we've already had many requests for birthday presents. Among the long (neverending) list:

Skateboard
Barbie Camper
Parrot (A real live parrot that can talk)
Zebra
Panda


I guess I should just start planning to own a small zoo. I wonder if my backyard is big enough?


*After conducting a quick search for grappling hooks (which I almost spelled as 'grabbling'), I found that they are much less expensive that I had thought. No. The answer is still no. B does NOT stand for Batman.