It started on Tuesday.
I was driving my 3 year old to school and she was playing Alphabet Goop on my Playbook. The game was going swimmingly. Then, out of no where, out the blue, came 6 words that tore my heart out and made me scream for Jesus to come down and save me now!
My 3 year old said to me “Mommy, can I have an iPad?”
What the hell?
Call an exorcist, my child is possessed by Steve Wonziak… HE’S A WARLOCK, I TELL YOU.
I turned around calmly and said “We are #TeamBlackberry, we don’t need an iPad. Plus, mommy bought you a Nook Color when you turned 3 years old. Theorectically, you have 2 tablets, which are better than an iPad”.
Retort from 3 year old human: “…but Lesley (her BFF) has an iPad!”
The conversation dies down. I put my foot down.
Until this morning… while I was talking to “Granny Marie”, a shrill voice of a naughty 3 year old raised high and mighty during our phone conversation and then uttered the blaspheme of modern ages to #TeamBlackberry….
Mommy, can I have an iPad? I want one. Lesley has one.
I said no. What will you do with the Nook Color.
Response from small human: I guess I have to close it up.
*blank stare at small child I gave birth to 3 years ago*…. CALL THE EXORCIST! IT’S THE APPLE DEVIL FROM WITHIN!
I thought about it….
I got very quiet….
…then with all the might of a mighty warrior preparing to do battle with the giant cyclops using only stones, I replied….
“go ask your father!”