Chloe, the youngest, will be 2 years old next month.  Like most girls she’s currently a little obsessed with ‘Let it Go’ and everything Frozen.

The Elsa doll we bought my niece that sings? Yup – we’re planning on getting it for her birthday.  She danced with the box for 1/2 hour at the party!

So last night after taking the girls shopping for clothes we peek into Toys’R Us because I have a death wish I’m crazy I promised them each (1) ONE surprise if they behaved – which they did, mostly.

I turn to the stroller, 1 stuffie in each hand.  “Do you want….. This one?  Or This one?” I inquire, presenting two equally yummy options.

“EEEESSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She screeched.  What the f…. was that?


It takes me a minute but I come to the realization that she’s screaming ‘Elsa’.  As in Frozen.  As in I’m standing right in front of the damn doll I’m supposed to buy for her next month.

Fuck.  Full disclosure: it is my kids’ mania I object to, not the Frozen movie.

So I caved.  I bought it, along with a crown for Annabelle.  And she hugged it, and squeezed it, and loved it so much!  The whole mall likely heard the song the damn thing plays.

It’s time to head back home but what the heck – the kids are being good so I decide a quick trip to the Showcase store can’t do any harm. You know – that ‘as seen on TV’ store?


Don’t go in there – at least, not until the holidays are over.  It’s a freaking Frozen mecca.  Coin banks, tin purses, stuffed Olaf’s, fake snowballs that feel like real snow balls, cutlery, tattoos and every other Elsa & Anna crap you can think of prevails.

Double Fuck.  All caps.

We left the store with 3 tin purses – one for each daughter.

There are no more words, so I show you pictures.