We took Paige to Build-A-Bear this morning for her Valentine's Day present.
I imagined she'd pick out a cute bear or maybe a puppy and we'd find an adorable outfit and the trip would almost be worth the $40 it'd cost for a stupid stuffed animal, 'cause at least it'd be cute and we'd have fun.
I was wrong.
Paige had fun, I was miserable (why was everything she picked out SO tacky?!), and we came home with quite possibly the ugliest creature ever built at Build-A-Bear.
Paige adores her frog, has undressed it too many times to count (only to ask me to put it's clothes right back on) and keeps referring to it as a boy and having it kiss me to turn me into a frog.
I think it might be awhile before we go back there.