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Build-A-Be.ar – 1
Parents – 0

On our way back after a quick weekend at the parents’ place we decided to stop for a bite to eat. Mama spied a Pottery Barn store in the distance so convinced Daddy to cruise on over for a quick walk-thru, ostensibly to take an in-person peek at a bench she’s been eyeballing for some time. Sadly, however, said bench is only sold online (really didn’t know that at the time) so Mama then convinced Daddy that a quick walk throughout the mall would be an okay idea – you know, stretching the legs and all that after a long car ride.

It’s important to remind you that one of Ava’s favorite books of all time is Eric Carle’s “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See.” She loves it so much that for my sanity it’s had to be hidden retired for a little while, however that hasn’t stopped her from picking up any old book and ‘reading’ it by reciting the memorized lines from “Brown Bear.”

As we were walking through the mall I hear her reciting these lines:

“Purple Cat, Purple Cat,
What Do You See”

with her own ad-lib thrown in

“I see YOU,
Looking At Me”

All this said as she’s dragging her feet and looking over her shoulder.

Yeah. We bought it.

Pretty much on the spot.

The making of PK was all kinds of cute though. She actually participated in the building of it by stepping on the pedal to stuff it and by kissing the heart (twice) before it went in to her new kitty. She flirted a bit with the associate who helped her (he was wonderful with her) and has hardly let go of purple kitty (yeah, that’s what she named it) since. She (it’s clearly a girl – it has a bow on her tail) is now a permanent fixture in the crib menagerie.

So yes, B-A-B wins once again. Come on, look at that face. We never had a chance.

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