My sister is home for her wedding next weekend. In addition to the never-ending party that seems to follow Auntie G wherever she goes, a fun week of folding favor boxes, printing programs, and of course, last minute flower-girl shoe shopping is about to commence.
A big part of Auntie G’s personality is that she’s an excellent saleswoman and it’s hard for anyone to say no to her. I used this to my advantage last week when she called to say she was at the airport about to leave when I just happened to be in the middle of a morning hair-brushing chase.
Naturally I gave the phone to T and told Auntie G to tell her to brush her hair. Auntie G promised her a present when she arrived if she brushed her hair.
I was very ambivalent about this: happy that the hair got brushed without another word, but troubled at the gift-promising precedent for an everyday chore.
As soon as G walked in, T-Sprout, instead of running up to Auntie G with a big kiss, rushed over to me and asked me if she brushed her hair that morning. The new dress was duly presented.
It’s always fun to watch Auntie G, who only speaks English, interact with T-Sprout, whose English is slightly handicapped.
Yesterday T didn’t know how to ask Auntie G to pick her up and said, “Let me go upstairs! I want go upstairs!”
T also asked Auntie G to, “Come on play my room!” So she’s still prepositionally challenged in English.
Auntie G and T-Sprout mostly bond over shopping. Auntie G has some disposable income and would like nothing better than to see her nieces in the newest, cutest stuff around. Thankfully she usually asks me what they need.
If her visit is timed right, I can get out of buying them new shoes. (I have been known to be on the cheaper end of the spending spectrum. If I can get out of buying something, that is a good day for me.)
Ever since last Christmas, sometimes when she sees the toys at Target, T-Sprout says, “I’m going to write a letter to the angels asking for this, and this, etc.”
One time she forgot the polite part and just said, “I want this!” When I reminded her that she could ask the angels for it, she replied, “Or I could just ask Auntie G for it!”