A Christmas Eve birthday means that she is showered with presents for two straight days. She loves every gift she receives, but there is no gift that anyone could give Cameron that would thrill her more than cold hard cash. Skip the toy aisle, skip the craft kits - put some dollar bills in this kid's hands and she lights up like a Christmas tree.
I have no problem with my children receiving money as presents. I welcome the opportunity to raise smart, thrifty consumers: I have my work cut out for me with Cameron.
I think she might be allergic to money. As soon as it's placed in her tiny hands she starts itching. And this is no ordinary itch. This itch is relentless, unforgiving, painful - probably like herpes or crabs. My child receives money and starts behaving like she has an std or a drug addict.
"When can we go to store?"
"Will you take me to the store?"
"Are you leaving to go to the store?"
"I need to buy a new shirt."
"I need to buy a new bow."
"Nevermind, I need to buy candy."
"When can we go to the store?"
"I think I want to buy a swimming pool - and then I want to buy a narwal to put in it. It is the unicorn of the sea, you know."
These phases are stuck in her brain on repeat. She says nothing else. She talks of nothing else until every dime is spent. When she was given $30 by her Great Grandma for Christmas, I was happy for her, but then braced myself for the onslaught of requests from Cameron. I knew she'd come at me - so she could spend! spend! spend!
And she did.
This time, she was after the World's Largest Gummy Bear. Where does one get the world's largest gummy bear? Where else? Amazon.com
According to Amazon, the World's Largest Gummy Bear weighs 5 lbs and is 10 inches tall. It is 1000 times the size of a typical gummy bear. It contains approximately 1 million grams of sugar and enough dyes to cause instant autism. However, it is gluten free.
The world's largest gummy bear does not come cheap. Price tag? $30.00. Yes, $30 for a gummy bear.
Cameron did not see this as a problem but as a sign.
"Mom, I have exactly $30 so I am supposed to buy it."
I tried to reason with her that a lot of other things also cost $30, but she would hear none of that nonsense.
I offered Cameron many reasons as to why the gummy bear would be a bad purchase: it was unhealthy, unnecessary, and over-priced. But she heard nothing I said - perhaps she had tiny gummy bears stuck in her ears.
I suggested reasonable alternatives:
"Why don't you buy a few bags of gummy bears and save the rest of your money?"
"Why don't you buy that small gummy bear on a stick we saw at Wal-Mart? That looked good."
"Why don't you buy the World's Largest Gummy Worm? It's cheaper."
"Why don't you just set your money on fire?"
No. No. No and No.
I then got sneaky. I took her to Wal-Mart and suggested she bring her money in case she saw anything she might like. Though we were "officially" looking for a birthday present for Cameron's friend, I was hoping that if I took her up and down the toy aisles, she might see something else she wanted and cave. Nope.
I realized then that not only was fighting against the World's Largest Gummy Bear, I was also fighting with the World's Most Stubborn Child.
|Cameron checking out the toys at Wal-Mart. She's not taking the bait. The bread in her hand? That's a day-old loaf of French Bread that she's buying for a dollar. She says she needs it in case she goes to France?|
I think I have the right to spend my money as I chose. I'm more than half way to adult hood. Just cause I'm a kid doesn't mean I don't know all the things that could go wrong. I try to be mostly positive on the gummy bear. I don't care if I spend all my money! I'm doing this for all the kids that have been put down by there parents. I'm doing this for america! Please please say yes for america!
I realized then I couldn't infringe upon her right to gummy bears. So I said yes. I said yes to the World's Largest Gummy Bear. Yes to Cameron and yes to America.
The World's Largest Gummy Bear arrived on our doorstep. Cameron ripped into the package and started in on its ear. The thing was so damn chewy she couldn't break through it - she started gnawing and shaking her head back and forth like a mad dog with a toy. Great - the gummy bear gave her rabies. I had suspected this might happen.
She took the gummy bear and hid it in her room. I have no idea where it is. This is for the gummy bear's own good.
Though I hate the gummy bear, I've decided not to take him for granted. In a few years, she'll probably be hiding cigarettes and her boyfriend in her room and I'll wish for World's Largest Gummy Bear to be my World's Largest Problem.
God bless Cameron. God bless the gummy bear and God bless America.