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Be less demanding.
“Thanks, Daddy, you’re the best,” she said as he returned with Buzzy. “Let’s see what’s in here, Buzzy.”
She drew everything out slowly, oohing and aahing over all the things she found. There were coloring books and pens. Colored clay. Building blocks. A wooden doll that came with several sets of clothes that were magnetic. That look like so much fun. And there were also several of those dolls that came in plastic balls that you had to unwrap to see what you got.
“I’ve always wanted to try one of these!” She held up one of the balls.
“What is it?” He sat down next to her.
“You really want to see?” she asked, feeling weirdly shy.
“Yes. I want to see.”
“Well, you unwrap it and inside there’s a doll. And she comes with accessories. And you don’t know what you’re going to get! Sometimes, you can get an ultra-rare one.”
“What does that mean?” he asked.
“That it’s rare.”
“No, are they worth money or something?”
“No, Daddy! It’s just for fun.”
“Oh, right. Sorry. Well, let’s see what you got.”
She opened it hurriedly and then pulled out the doll. “Ooh, she’s cute. Look at her hair, it’s pink and blonde. I could do that with my hair.”
“You could,” he murmured as he drew out the piece of paper. “But is it an ultra-rare doll?”
She giggled at him as he intently studied it. “Damn it. No! It’s an ordinary doll. Let’s try the next one.”
“Daddy!” she cried. “Don’t be in such a hurry. I has to dress this one first.”
He grumbled, waiting impatiently until she’d dressed the first doll. The next two dolls were ordinary ones too.
“Well, that’s not good enough.”
He stood.
“What isn’t?” she asked, staring up at him in astonishment.
“You didn’t get an ultra-rare one. You deserve an ultra-rare one.”
“Daddy, I don’t need an ultra-rare one. I’m more than happy with these ones.”
“You’re getting an ultra-rare one.” He pointed at her before he headed to the phone. “Yes? Liam? Good. It’s Brand Starr. Yep, she’s doing better, thanks. Listen, does the store have those dolls that come in the balls? Yep, that’s them. I want them… all of them. Yes, all of them. Good. Thanks.”
He ended the call and came to sit in front of her again.
She gaped at him. “Daddy, what did you do?”
“I bought all of them.”
“All of them? How many did they have in stock?” she asked.
“I dunno. But we’re gonna find an ultra-rare one for you,” he said with determination.
“You didn’t have to do that. I don’t need an ultra-rare one.”
