I am so proud of my Lia. For the last few months she has been saving her "Caught being good" money. Usually give her a quarter if I catch her doing something good and I didn't have to ask her. Sometimes it's more... but this girl has been so good at saving and she's always had one goal, the Mermaid Barbie. I promised her that when she had saved up $20.00 she would have to pay her tithing (she's super excited to give it to the Bishop) and then we would go to the store especially for this Barbie. So last night we counted it all, she had a ton in there, and put the $18.00 in her purse and hung it by her bed so we could go this morning.
She woke me up bright and early to go get the doll, she even tried dressing herself. She was too excited and left her jammies on. It was really sweet and I was so proud of her. So so so proud that she had set a goal and achieved it.

At last, it was hers. (Look at that smile!) She showed it to everyone as we walked to the front of the store, told the cashier all about it and proudly handed her each dollar bill individually. (I was going to ask for all of it back and pay for it myself but she was so excited I couldn't sneak it from the lady so I thought I'd put it in her piggy bank) and then we were off. I had to unwrap her in the parking lot so she could be seatbelted in to Lia's car seat too.

Then something went wrong. The Bicycle Classic is in town so all of our streets were crazy, I was trying to get to a little cafe for lunch with a friend. And going up one of the busy, stop and go streets, somehow Barbie flew out of the window. It didn't even take a milla-second for Lia to SCREAM hysterically! "MY BARBIE FLEW OUT OF THE WINDOW, MOM SHE'S GOING TO DIE! MOM GET HER!" So I pull over, on the way over I watch about 15 cars drive over her. One sweet traffic cop (because it's seriously nuts out there) hears her screaming and notices me trying to figure out how in the heck I'm going to get this doll back, decides he will help me. He stops traffic so I can go retrieve what's left of this poor doll! I only grabbed one piece on my first try, her body was missing an arm and a head. I tried my best to get it put back together as I walked back to the car. I dusted her off, wiped her with a wet wipe, got the arm back on (kind of) but there was nothing I could do about the head.
Lia is NUTS by this time. She was so devastated, she kept saying "Mom her arm is broken, her head won't go back on and her boobies popped!" Tears are streaming down my face now, I'm trying to look like I'm crying tears of sadness like hers, but I was dying of laughter!
Then Billy calls, I try to tell him what happened... to no avail so I hand the phone to her to see if he can help her. She can't really talk, she just keeps saying "Dad, she got run over and now she's dead!"- it was so sad! I knew I was going to go get her a new one. When she handed the phone back, Billy said it was the saddest thing he'd ever heard and to please go get her a new one.
So we went and had a nice lunch with Jenn and Jasmine. We saw some people we knew and told them the crazy story and they offered money to put towards a new one because they felt so bad for her.

We went back to Wal Mart, they didn't have anymore pink ones so I drove to Redlands to Target and now Lia and her Mermaid Barbie are reunited at last.
I still laugh to the point of tears about it to, I swear, the things we do for our kids!