“I’m gonna buy the first Elephant & Piggie Treasury when we go to Barnes and Noble,” Ari declared.
We litigated this — yesterday. Why was this even being discussed again!?
I looked at my sweet son and said, firmly, “As I said yesterday, Isabelle has every single Elephant & Piggie book waiting to be given to you as soon as you’re ready for them. You don’t need to buy the first treasury — even if we have the second, third, and fourth treasuries — because we own all of the books that are in it.”
“I want it,” Ari declared.
“But you don’t need it,” I reminded.
“Fine,” Ari whined. “I’ll get something else.”
By something else, I thought Art meant a book. As long as it wasn’t a book he owned, I was determined to say yes. After all, he brought his “spending” envelope of money. (He has a “savings” envelope, which he left at home.)
Suddenly, I heard Ari squeal from a nearby display in the middle of the children’s section. Then, I heard cutesy voices — Ari’s and that of a stuffie he was impersonating — nearby. I rounded the display and saw Ari nuzzling a stuffed Yorkie.
“Oh, he’s so cute. I’m going to buy him and take him home with me.”
“Don’t you have enough stuffed animals?” I asked.
“But I want another puppy,” Ari said snuggling the Yorkie close to him.
“I understand that. But you don’t need another puppy,” I reminded.
That’s when Ari gave me his puppy dog eyes. I remembered saying “no” to the E&P Treasury before we drove to Barnes and Noble.
“Fine,” I said, knowing I was beaten. “If that’s what you want to spend your money on, that’s your choice.”
“It is!” Ari declared.
“Do you know what his name is going to be?” I asked. I mean, I might as well get to know who’d be coming home with us.
“I don’t know…” Ari began.
“Is it a boy or a girl puppy?” I asked.
“Boy,” Ari replied with certainty.
“He needs a good boy name. Not a name like Puppy, Patchy, or Fluffy.”
“How about Leaf?” Ari said.
“Leaf? Leaf isn’t a name.”
“I’m going to call him Leaf,” Ari replied.
Something brought me back to the late 80s when we studied Norse mythology in middle school. “Leif Erickson was the name of a famous explorer. His first name was spelled L-E-I-F. So maybe this puppy spells his name like that.” Was Leif Erickson even a good guy? What was I thinking!?!?!
Ari looked the Yorkie in the eyes and said, “That’s it. I’m going to call you Leif. And you’re coming home with us today. And Mommy’s going to take your tags off. And you’re going to…”
Ari continued and all I could think was that I must have lost my mind for allowing Ari to buy another stuffie (who — we’ve already told Isabelle — is most certainly real).