I did it again.
With Christmas just round the corner, I'd been diligently applying myself to the art of shopping. Today was another such day where I made the effort to buy gifts for some friends' kids. So in I popped to ELC, tight lipped with resolve to grab only the gifts. I already knew what I wanted to get, so this time we would be in and out in a flash. None of that leisurely browsing. After all, my girl already has enough toys. For this Christmas, that is.
At the books section, I picked up a glossy number adorned with pretty snowflakes and cute animals all in a row. I thumbed through the story of One Snowy Night, deemed it appropriate and added it to my basket. Satisfied, I turned to go. Hang on, what was that? I'd caught sight of something peeking at me from behind another book. I reached over, pulled out a small squarish board book and there was the cherubic man in red smiling back at me from the green and glittery cover of That's Not My Santa...
Oh! Nuria likes the other book I'd gotten her by this same Usbourne touchy-feely series! Let's see if she likes this too. I brought the book to Nuria and it was instant approval. At this point, I hesitated - I have bought her quite a few books recently... However, the indulgent mum in me was adamant that I did not deprive my daughter of this particular sensory delight, so Santa joined the rank at checkout.
At the till, the nice lady kindly informed me that there was in fact a promotion on books at the moment, so would I like to grab another book and the cheapest will be free? Free? Oh well, why not?
Just like that, Nuria's book collection became two wider.
And just like that, I've ended up once again purchasing things for my girl despite my best intentions not to.
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