Oh, you don't play in a GATED living room? How positively provincial.
"Honey, have you noticed that since we got the new Summer Infant Wood and Metal Walk Thru Gate, Adriana has been a little … well … "
"Yes! Just the other day during her play date, Madison tried to share her doll, and Adriana looked down her nose at it like it was some big gross bug or something."
I hate to say it, but I told you so. What do you expect? Having hinged swinging doors that lock automatically is a privilege. And she knows it.
"I know, but I don't want her to be a snob! And if she's going to act like one, maybe we can just do without a gate made of furniture grade hardwood and durable metal."
The way I see it is, I've worked hard to provide my family with a handsome, pressure-mounted security gate. We just need to teach her a little humility, that's all.
"Well, if you really think so."
I do. But we should probably start now. She's over there tying a tennis sweater around her shoulders as we speak.