When I take Lea to Wally World, we always go down the "baby doll" aisle. All she wants to do, I found out, is hold them, say, "Ahhh...tweet babeee," give them a hug and a kiss, and then put them back. It's amazing to me that she doesn't beg to take them home. But stroll by the horse you have to put a quarter (.25 cents) in to ride and she'll shout, "Oh horseeeee! Gan Maw! Horsseeeee. Can I ride the horseee? Puleaseeeeeeeee?" I've learn to stock up on quarters.

I will give my children AND my grandchildren whatever they want. And they know it. It's stamped on my forehead. I'm pretty sure I came that way.