Hanna’s 9th birthday is fast approaching so much of our alone, quiet time before bed is spent reviewing her ever expanding wish list.
Items include; a globe, a giant calculator, a microscope, a chemistry set, tweezers, protective goggles with pretty gemstones adorning the band, a lab coat that says “Doctor Hanna.” If I wasn’t such a proud parent, I might see past the interesting science-y stuff and go straight to future meth lab designer/enthusiast.
When Hanna excitedly tells me about her dream room and how for her birthday she would like a new chandelier (“new” meaning, she would like “a” chandelier), a bed with a canopy, some animal print sheets, I can’t help but chime in with my own former dream room ideas, none of which included the dried skins of endangered species. The canopy—check.
I told her about the room I had envisioned where I would leap from a giant hole in my wall (not giving a toss about load bearing beams before I hit double digits) and land on a trampoline floor. The room would be made of nothing but trampolines, bean bag chairs and there must have been some sort of candy station and/or dispenser but that detail had escaped me.
Hanna then asked for a zip-line running from one end of her bedroom to the other.
Now that’s just ridiculous.
