When Izzy woke up from his morning nap, we decided to get some shopping done early. Our first stop was Office Depot. While my husband was hunting for a memory card, I took the kids over to the school supplies section. Porgie was in heaven. Crayons, colored pencils, markers, and chalk lined the walls. She giggled and danced and repeatedly asked for some "cullies" (Porgie calls crayons "cullies"). Since we have a million crayons at home, I decided to buy her some sidewalk chalk. I handed her the bucket of chalk. She had a smile from ear to ear.
She lovingly carried the bucket through the check-out line. She hugged the bucket while we drove to the grocery store. She tucked the bucket under her arm while we did our shopping. Periodically, she would mumbled something about cullies and smile.
When we got home, we let Porgie play in the driveway with her new chalk. She seemed a little upset when John opened the bucket. When he tried to show her how to use the chalk, she flipped out. Hot tears and snot were streaming down her face. She was crying so hard, that John had to carry her inside to calm her down.
Being the asshole that I am, I decided to try again. I asked Porgie if she wanted to go outside and color. She eagerly hopped off of the couch and ran to the back door. I handed her the bucket of chalk, and we headed to the driveway. But when I opened the bucket, another tantrum ensued. After 5 minutes of blood-curdling screams, Porgie asked to go inside to get "night-night."
I am not sure why, but this little episode broke my heart. She was so excited about her new cullies. She waited for over 2 hours to play with them. And they were nothing but a disappointment. Poor baby girl.