I’ve been had.

Remember this adorable picture of my sweet innocent 4 year old opening her Nintendo DS on Christmas morning?

That was a look of pure joy.  Well, it turns out that may have also been a look of Sweet Success.

In order to explain this, I have to back track to November 7th, Alivia’s (and MY!) birthday.  Alivia’s big present was a Nintendo DS.  She turned 6 and we thought she was responsible enough (clearly, this was before the great shoe incident) to have one and old enough to play the games.  From the get go, it appeared to be Lainey’s master plan to sabotage the gift and fight over it, until we bought her one.  Being that Lainey is only 4, we told her she wasn’t “old enough” to have one yet.  We told her maybe when she turned 5 she could get one.

Well, the very next week one of Lainey’s friends from preschool brought her Nintendo DS in for show-and-share.  That day Lainey marched right home and told us that she was old enough for a DS since her friend had one!

We himmed and hawed over it, and finally told her she should put it on her Christmas list, that maybe Santa would bring her one.

Enter the above picture.  Since Christmas she hasn’t actually even played it that much, but she is damn proud of that thing.  Every friend or family member she comes in contact with, she announces “I got my own DS!  I got my own DS for Christmas!”

Fast forward to today.  I took both girls to see the Alvin & The Chipmunks movie, and they each brought a friend.  The friend Lainey brought was, you guessed it, the friend with the DS. 

After we picked her up she was very quiet, so I tried to make conversation with her by asking her what she got for Christmas.  She kept telling me she couldn’t remember.  Lainey of course, announced her good fortune of Santa bringing the DS.  When Lainey brought up the DS, I asked her friend “Did you get any games for your DS for Christmas?”  She said, (and I quote):

“I don’t have a DS.”

What?  When I questioned her about it, she said she did not have a DS, but she had a Leapster.  A Leapster.

Later tonight I brought up the situation to Lainey, and she just smiled and said “Well, I think I said what she had was like a DS.”

I do believe I was scammed by a 4 year old.