I want

That attitude, er Additude, that I wrote about a while back, seems to have taken up permanent residence in my sweet baby. Only now it is coupled with the endless soundtrack of I want I want I want.

I want a treat.
I want that cool thing.
I want those princesses.
I want this.
I want that.
I want it because it's all so beautiful.
I want it and I'm gonna ask Santa for it.
I want those because they're sparkly.
I want these because they are my perfect size.
I want this and that and those and these and MORE.

At just over three years old, she has managed to submerge herself completely the consumerism of Christmas.
She seems to think that anything and everything she sees, she needs and wants, and must put on her Christmas list. And it's not like she lacks for anything.
The child has three sets of grandparents.
She is the only granddaughter.
She has aunts and uncles up the wazoo.
She is surrounded by adults who think she is precious and shower her in gifts and surprises just because.

I have tried to talk to her about what it means to be greedy. Or explain to her that there are little girls who do not have bins of toys, shelves of books and a closet full of dresses. We have discussed the difference between need and want. I know those are high brow concepts for a toddler, but I don't think I can stomach one more I want.

How are we going to combat her growing avarice for all things, particularly all things princess-y and sparkly?

We, in our infinite wisdom, are whisking her off to Disney World at the end of this week.

I have a feeling the I want I want I want phase is about to be totally redefined.

Ugh.