The Problem With Presents

So around our house lately, we have been opening a lot of presents, and by we, I mean mostly my daughter, who thinks every one of them is for her.  Between her birthday (Christmas Eve) and Christmas day, we had two whole days of present opening fun.  But it's not just that.  Because of our move, several friends and family waited to send packages to our new address, so for the past couple weeks we have been receiving even more presents.  (Thank you's will be coming soon, I promise!!)

Well, let me tell you.  This has created quite the little monster.  My daughter has become obsessed with opening presents, and thinks everything is a present, and must obviously be for her.

So yesterday, a very sweet lady from our church stopped by with a little fuzzy, pink jacket she had sewn for her granddaughter.

Turned out, the jacket was too small, so she brought it to me for my girls.  We chatted for a few minutes, and then I said goodbye and closed the door.  When I turned around, jacket in hand, my daughter jumped out of her chair and running towards me says, "Peasants?  Yay peasants!! My peasant, my peasant!"

Um, when did she become such a greedy little munchkin??  Haha!  But technically, it was for her, so I said, (laughing) "Yes, this is for you.  See?"  And held up the jacket.

My sweet, innocent girl (looking up at me in wide-eyed wonder):  "Oh...I wuv it!!"

Me (laughing even harder at her beyond precious response):  "Well, good!!  Do you want to put it on?"

My girl (so very matter of fact):  "Yes.  I put on."

And with that, she put it on and wore it the rest of the night.  Even though the only other thing on her tiny little self was a diaper.  It was sweet, and adorable, and made me forget all about her sudden onset of narcissism.  :)