Boy, did I ever do something stupid the other weekend. I encouraged my daughter to covet expensive gems. Now, even the cheap downgrade is costing more than I want.
I didn't mean to do this. Here's how it happened: she likes the shiny river rocks that decorate some neighbors' yards. They're black with some sparkle in it.
Olivia kept mooning over the "soft" and pretty rocks, so I told her I'd buy a bag and give her one for each week she got five gold stars at school.
I can appreciate her love for pretty rocks. As a child living in the East Coast, I recall it was very popular for the neighbors to decorate their lawns with shiny white granite chips, which fascinated me with the way they shone in the sun.
That, and every other house had a little cast-iron statue of an African American man dressed as a jockey holding a lantern by the path. Being the emancipated North, I'm going to guess this is meant in a positive way? Boy I haven't thought of that for a long time.
I digress. So we had already agreed on the $10 bag of river rocks as a reward I could distribute over the course of many weeks for good behavior. Why did I have to open my mouth, then?
Because I love her, and I wanted to share my enjoyment of pretty stones with her. When we were getting ready for bed, I looked up crystals so I could show her other - prettier- rocks.
Her eyes popped open wide as her little finger whipped through the images of various crystals. She certainly has expensive taste.
She asked me to buy her an $800 raw crystal geode, as well as some fancy looking diamond that probably costs $20,000. Yeah, that's going to be like 13 years' worth of gold stars at school.
Olivia turned down the river rock bag in favor of crystals. We ended up at Sedona in Ward Center because I didn't know where else to go; bead and craft shops didn't have it.
Even the little crystal chips cost a buck, but she had a grand time mulling over the many bowls of sparkling colors before selecting one.
Note to self: it's not smart to upsell your own self.