GIFT OF THE GRAB
Lisa’s little one wants the moon on a stick. Oh, and a sat nav...
Taking my four-year-old daughter by the hand, I tried to distract her from the huge festive display in the supermarket. ‘Come and have a look at these, sweetheart,’ I encouraged Mia, waving a pack of biscuits in front of her. But when she noticed the aisle of shiny bright toys and glistening baubles and tinsel, she gasped.
‘Mummy, let’s go over here,’ she cried, trotting off without giving her favourite treat a sideways glance.
Normally, I would’ve been happy for my girl to peruse the supermarket’s merry selection of toys, but today I had to act like Ebenezer Scrooge…
It was October this year, and since one of the big department stores had announced the start of the festive season with a stonking Christmas telly advert, Mia has been Christmas crackers.
To begin with, me and my hubby, Richard, thought it was adorable how she’d pipe up hysterically.
‘I want one of those for Christmas,’ she’d clap and point.
It was the first year she’d really been able to understand the magic of Christmas and Santa, so it’s fair to say we probably egged her on a bit.
But, after a few days, we noticed that every Christmas ad – no matter what it was flogging – would send Mia into a festive frenzy.
Initially, we giggled at her obscure gift choices.
‘Ooh, ooh, I want Santa to bring me one of those,’ she wailed like a greedy tyrant at a giant drone.
‘OK,’ Richard, 36, laughed. ‘We’ll see.’
A few weeks later, I had a free afternoon, so I decided to take advantage and start the Christmas shopping. Getting out a pad of paper and a pen, I went to jot down ideas.
That was when I realised I didn’t know where to start.
Sure enough, Mia had given me enough suggestions to burst Santa’s sleigh – everything from toy dolls that wet themselves to sat navs!
But did she really want any of them? Could I trust her judgement after she’d been brainwashed by all those ads?
Now I feel my blood pressure rise every time Mia spots something else.
I’m tempted to gaffer tape the telly at this rate.
What do I do?
How can I filter through her avalanche of ideas to find out what she really wants?
And if something is a definite no, how do I tell her without sounding like a grumpy Grinch?
Lisa Adams, 31, Halesowen, West Mids
Lisa thinks it’s getting too much for Mia