So something kinda weird just happened. I popped into this store to buy a birthday present and the lady’s like can I help you find anything? So I tell her I’m just looking for a present for someone, and she says who’s it for? I say it’s for an eight-year-old girl. And she says, what’s her name? And I’m like that’s strange, is she going to show me something that’s personalized? I tell her it’s for a girl named Belle and she says oh yeah, Belle McPartypants (FYI, that’s a fake name… thankfully). Random that she knows this, but yes that’s the girl.
So I’m looking at a cute disco ball on the shelf and the lady is like, oh no no nooo, Belle already has that. Hmmmm, okayyyy. So I go over to the arts and crafts section instead and just as I’m about to choose something, the lady comes over holding a few different items.
LADY: These are some of the things Belle really wants.
Wait, what? How does she know this? I don’t come straight out and ask her how she knows but after we chat for a little while, I kind of figure it out.
Belle’s mom (with or without the girl, I’m not sure) came into the store and basically created a “soft” registry for the girl. I say “soft” because it’s not like there’s one of those online computer kiosks or a place where it’s all listed out. Well, maybe there is, but it’s not somewhere I can see it.
Anyways, I point at one of the items the lady’s holding and she brings it to the register so I can pay for it. And now it’s ten minutes later and I’m sitting in my car holding a gift-wrapped nail polish kit that this eight-year-old apparently wanted and I’m like what the heck just happened? I don’t know what to think about this. An eight-year-old basically registered for her birthday gifts.
I mean a tiny part of me is like hmm, I guess it’s good that anyone who picks this store is definitely going to get her something she wants, but another part of me is like hold your horses, registering at EIGHT?!! Is this a joke? What ever happened to kids being surprised by their birthday presents? Unwrapping them and NOT knowing what’s inside? Just being grateful for getting any gift at all. I mean sure grandma and grandpa or auntie might be told what the kid wants for her birthday, but beyond that???
I totally get registering for a wedding or a baby shower. I mean there’s a bunch of shit you NEED (like no one’s gonna buy you nipple shields unless you ask for them) and you’re just starting out in the world, but eight-year-olds don’t NEED specific toys. And this is not a Christmas wish list. I am not Santa Claus. But here I am sitting in my car feeling like I just caved into something super annoying. I mean God forbid little Miss McPartypants opens up a Lego set she didn’t ask for. Awww don’t worry, sweetie pie, we’ll go make sure NO ONE gets you the wrong Barbie doll so you’re not disappointed on your birthday.
Anyways, I’m tempted to walk back into the store and return it and go buy something else from a different place. Is that spiteful? F it. I don’t care, THAT is what I’m going to do. I’m not buying into this messed up new world order. Kids do not register for birthday presents. Or maybe they do. But I can’t. I won’t.
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