WonderWife™ pulled an unexpectedly cool move today.
As I walked in the door this evening, the kids came running over to me and reached up their hands to show me what was inside. Sprout beamed as she showed off a pair of bunny figurines. In the hand of the Bean, I spotted a R2D2 figure.
“The Candy Fairy came!” he screamed. The Candy Fairy is WW™’s ingenious plan to get rid of the pounds of extra Halloween candy. The CF comes, takes your candy and leaves you a small (read: inexpensive) gift. The Bean had been diligently waiting for the Candy Fairy to arrive all week. He was actually aching to give up his sugary loot for a toy. “Look what she left me, Daddy! Star Wars!”
I looked up quizzically at my wife. She was wearing a sly smile—rather proud of herself.
The Bean immediately started asking questions about R2D2. Where did he live? Could we meet him? He told me that R2 fixes ships. When I asked him how he could have possibly known that, he said he remembered it from our ill fated Star Tours ride last Spring (a move that I feared would turn my kid off Star Wars for a few extra years).
Later on during a quiet moment, I turned to WonderWife™ and asked, “So why’d you do it?”
“I saw it,” she said. “And we didn’t need another car. So I bought this.”
She smiled at me and I smiled back, wondering if she knew that she had purchased the key that would allow me to open the door to Star Wars for my son.