My youngest (9) loves flamingos. For the past few years I’ve been collecting them. The builds-bear stuffed plush, a mug, socks, bathing suit, shirts, coloring book, stickers. You get the point.
So when I came across this huge coffee table book right before the Goodwill was closing last night, I grabbed it without paging through it first.
I thought all hardbacks were only a dollar, so I cringed when I was charged $5, but I bought it anyways.
I came home and handed it to my daughter. She hugged and thanked me, then ran off with it to her room.
I felt pleased with myself. I love the smallest things that put a smile on my kids face.
Looks nice, huh?
Fast Forward to this morning when she hands it back to me with a strange frown.
Then shyly tells me that she doesn’t want the new book because it gave her nightmares.😱
I took the book from her and began to page through it myself…..
Lets see….we have an eagle with a dead bunny whose mouth is dripping with blood.
I’m really perplexed at what’s going on in this picture. A vulture that captured a small nude toddler who is urinating?!
And here’s a picture that has a mythical flavor. Half bird, half witch?! Again, I’m not sure. But I will assume it’s grand ART!
So here I am. Upset with myself for not looking through it before giving it to her.
And to think, I gave it to her and told her to take good care of it, that it’s a special book.
I meant because of its huge size…
I guess it’s more different, then special. *G*