Mr. B and I had a very extravagant day on Friday. First, I took him to the local Yankee Candle store. Mr. B is a big fan of candles, but even more so, he is a big fan of the Yankee Candle catalog that comes in the mail with it's "scratch n' sniff" candle scents. That boy loves that catalog. So I thought taking him to the store might be fun -- just let him and his little cute nose have at it. I'd forgotten how easy it is to drop a load of money at the Yankee Candle store. Mr. B had to pick out a candle for his Mom (a "fancy" one in a jar) and two candles for his Umpa (yes, Umpa loves candles too), and one candle for his other babysitter, Kelly, and two candles for himself. Give the child a plastic bag and he's going to fill it up. I bought myself three candles (besides the one "fancy" jar candles the rest were all votives), and a pack of 3 car fresheners. Forty-one dollars and 45 minutes later, we were out the door.
Next we stopped at a toy store in the same mall. Mr. B became quite enamored with a stuffed kitty he saw when we first walked in the door. The cat was curled up as if it were sleeping. "Umma! Is that kitty REAL?" At first I didn't understand why he was asking... but then I saw... the cat's belly was very slightly pumping up and down as if it were breathing! Mr. B's little eyes were like saucers and all he wanted to do was stand and stare at this stuffed cat. He said, "Umma - how many dollars does this cost?" (as in Umma, will you buy this for me?). I mean, he REALLY wanted this cat. I picked up the cat and showed it to him -- it wasn't soft or flexible but, quite honestly, felt like a cat that had gotten run over the day before and rigor mortis had set in -- but he didn't care. He was totally in love with this cat! I said, "B, what you DO with a cat like this?" and he said, "Oh, Umma - I would just put it on my bed and pet it." Mr. B loves cats and Joey the Killer Cat hates anything to do with petting or cuddling or generally being loved up on by a 3 year old. So this little stuffed kitty was apparently the answer to Mr. B's prayers -- it layed still and it didn't bite or scratch! No, I didn't buy it for him. But who knows - Christmas is coming.