I just watched my husband spend an entire hour Wii bowling so his daughter could have the sparkly ball.
On the surface you may think “So what?” But this man was just worked over by a five-year old with long eyelashes and an adoring smile.
*crying* Daddy, Jack has the blue sparkly ball and I really want the blue sparkly ball but I can’t get it *sobbing heaves*
It’s the perfect set up. I know it well. She tells him her sorrows. Her horrible, heart wrenching troubles.
*crying* Daddy the blue sparkly ball is so pretty *pauses to sob harder* and I really, really want it but I’ll never get it. Never *more crying*
Then, she moves in for the kill-
*crying* Daddy will you please play my guy so I can get the blue sparkly ball because I really, really, want it *covers faces and heaves for dramatic effect*
And not three minutes later, after a full three minutes of me telling her if she wanted to work hard for the blue sparkly ball I’m sure she could earn it, just like her brother did … her father waltzes into the room.
Baby girl do you want Daddy to get that blue sparkly ball for you?