Wallene You Are Quite the Dichotomy

My youngest daughter never ceases to amaze me.  Just when I think I have the kid figured out she goes and says or does something that has me standing here scratching my head.

Today was yet another perfect example of this. [Warning:  This post is chock full o' sarcasm.]

We have been filling our house up with the castoffs of my beloved In Laws 55 year marriage as they attempt to downsize their home before they move.  We have received some pretty neat stuff [Depression glass anyone? YAY] and some things that I would never have bought for our home but are fun to have.  Well, at least I thought so.

Four of these things are animated Christmas figures**.  Two Santas [one even talks - heehee], one Mrs. Claus and an Angel.  I am definitely in the lead for having the most tastefully decorated home in our neighborhood this year, aren't I?

[Your jealously?  It's palpable.  I can feeeeeel it.]

Anyway, I let Wallene pull them out of their boxes and plug them in to make sure they all worked.  Lucky us. They do!  But I don't think my lovely daughter was feeling it because she came to me with the Mrs. Claus doll and asked if we could put them outside when December rolled around.

I replied:  "No.  They are inside decorations honey. They would get ruined by the weather."

She frowned a bit and said:  "But Mom they really need to go outside.  They're creepy."

Huh?  Okay.  I admit they are a little on the Chucky side of things with their movement and twinkling eyes, but  c'mon - they are Christmas decorations tadpoles.  The conversation continued:

Me:  "What do you mean creepy?  Wallene you like horror movies and scary flicks. [I am expecting my Mother of the Year Award any day now. Thanks.]  What is so creepy about those dolls?"

Wallene:  "Mom that stuff is different.  It isn't real."

Me:  "Neither are those dolls."

Wallene:  "Mom - you know what I mean. [um? No I don't.] They are in our house and they move."

Me:  "It's not like they are going to break free Wallene and come up the stairs or something."

Pooldad:  [under his breath] "Nice going Skippy."

Me to Pooldad:  "Hush up."  Turning to Wallene I pointed out her opposing views of scary things.

Me:  "Wallene Jaws is your favorite movie but you don't like to watch Jaws II because you don't think there is enough blood in that one [her exact words] - and now you are creeped out by a couple of 18 inch dolls that will be tethered to our living room walls via cords and light sockets come Christmas time?"

Wallene:  "Pretty much."

Well - there go my decorating plans this year.  If you need me I will be over on Ebay.

**[ETA:  Pooldad just read my blog and said "What?  You mean the "Wes Craven collection?" when referring to our gang of dolls.  This is why I married him.  I know.]