Okay, so I kinda have to take the blame for this one: As Valentines Day was creeping up, I told Anna that she would be getting a surprise treat for V-day. What is it?!? She would ask...over and over. Each time I would reply with a coy smile and tell her I dunno....maybe it's a______(add random noun). Apparently, Anna paid more attention than I did to the list of possibilities I playfully told her. On the day I finally remembered to give her the present (no it wasn't Valentines Day and yes I know that is bad) I tried to get her all keyed up for the surprise. I had spent a while at Borders scouring the bargain racks for something I thought my little bookworm would enjoy when I came upon a big, shiny gold and white collection of all the classic nursery rhymes. I think it looks so cool! So I was really excited to see her reaction when I told her to close her eyes, don't peek, and hold out her hands. When I placed the book in her hands and waited with an expectant smile, she opened her eyes. Anna looked down at the gift. She was quiet. Her brow furrowed deeply; crimson crept up her bulbous cheeks. Her entire face was a pinched knot of enraged betrayal as she cried, "IT'S NOT A WALRUS!!!"

I was dumbfounded, quickly scanning through any past conversation that could have lead to her expectation of a large marine mammal...OOPS. While sifting through my many evasive answers as to what she would eventually receive, I remembered saying it might be a walrus. Now having realized I'm revered as an all powerful being capable of delivering on such outlandish possibilities, I'll think thrice before I tease the mind of my Anna.