The Pizza Set

Since we went into a toy store to find a birthday present for a friend of Logan's, he has been enamored with a particular pizza set. The other day we had some time to kill before picking Shay up, so we stopped at the same toy store, "just to look around."

Well, of course the minute we walked in Logan made a bee-line for the pizza set and picked it up. The conversation ensued:

LOGAN: I want this pizza set.

ME: We're not getting the pizza set.

LOGAN: But I want it.

ME: I'm sorry. I told you weren't not buying anything today.

LOGAN: But I want it.

ME: I know you want it, but we're not getting it.

LOGAN: (tucking the pizza set under his arm) Well, I'll just go ahead and get it, then.

ME: (slightly dumbfounded) Uh, I said we're not getting it.

LOGAN: (marching towards the cash register with the pizza set still under his arm) I'm just going to go ahead and get it anyway.

ME: How are you going to pay for it? You can't just walk out with it. You need money.

LOGAN: I'm just going to give them some pretend money.

ME: I don't think they'll take pretend money.

LOGAN: Maybe you can give me some of YOUR money.

ME: Sorry, I'm not giving you any of my money.

LOGAN: Well, I'll just go ahead and get it anyway.

After some gentle cajoling and talking, I managed to get Logan to put the pizza set back on the shelf, and we left the store without the remotest hint of a tantrum.

However, I have a feeling that there had better be a pizza set under the tree on Christmas morning, or Santa's going to have some serious explaining to do.