I paid it.
We all have those TIMES OF THE DAY that you argue with your spouse about because they just.. well... are battles no matter how cute and creative you get about it.
For us, it's toothbrushing. I basically have to put her in a 5 point restraint to get it done. It's not that she cries or gets crazy it's just... impossible.
I was over-spending at a Learning Express today and as I was getting rung up I cracked to the lady, "Does anyone ever make eye contact with you? There are so many distracting things at this counter! I can't look away!"
And as I said it... I saw the flashing toothbrush and knew it had to be mine.
Listen, I had ideals along the "Once upon a time kids played with a stick and a rock and she doesn't need all this plastic crap and she'll never have an iPhone at a restaurant and TV is the brainwashing tool of evil princess conglomerates who just want my kid to crave Bratz dolls".
The same ideals that led me to breastfeed, make my own organic baby food, and cloth diaper (I did that! I loved it actually).
Over time, those have been modified to fit what - you guessed it - feels good. A little movie while I'm in the shower keeps her safe and occupied. My Little Pony (granted, they're actually MY My Little Ponies, 30 years old) was the first set of toys that really sparked her imaginative play.
Others, I have held fast to. NO DISNEY PRINCESSES OR OTHER TOYS THAT LOOK LIKE SLUTS.
(Except Merida. I love Merida. But not the Merida toys that look like sluts.)
So I bought this pink flashing toothbrush which kind of goes against most of my ideals but I can't put my finger on why exactly that is. All I can tell you is that when I saw it, it was surrounded by a choir of shining angels and I knew it was the answer to my toothbrushing problems. Something about that toothbrush just felt better than keeping on with this two-year battle of the brush.
I brought it up from the car and she caught it flashing behind my back. When I gave it to her, she exclaimed, "My own pink princess toothbrush!" (THERE ARE NO PRINCESSES ON THE TOOTHBRUSH. She is so brainwashed). And for a solid, audible 2 led-inspired pink-flashing minutes, the child brushed her own teeth. She brushed the tops. The bottoms. The backs. And even the extra scuzzy tricky part between her bottom teeth and her gums.
$4 for a toothbrush? Feels GREAT.
Where have you been flexible on your original parenting values and ideals, in the interest of household sanity or the greater good?