Sometimes an obsessive knowledge of the date can be a bad thing. A while back, I ordered Nate the new Father Goose CD, Bam Diddly, from the Dan Zanes website. Nate is very, very excited about its arrival. He's been eagerly listening to little samples of the songs online, and, of course, typing out lists of the song titles. I can't even remember exactly why I thought it would arrive by May 22, if that was a date they gave me, or if it was just so long after I ordered it that it seemed inconceivable that it wouldn't arrive by then, but, when pressed for a deadline by Mr. Nate, I idiotically gave him one.
On May 10, I got an email noting that it had shipped. I was thrilled that it would be here early, but I didn't share the news with Nate, just in case it ended up taking longer than expected to cross the country.
By May 20, I was nervous. Where the heck was it? I tracked it via USPS, but all they could tell me was that it had arrived in MD on May 11. Its present location was unknown. I called the sender, but all they could do was assure me that if it didn't arrive by May 30, they would send another via UPS.
This morning, on the appointed day, I heard Nate wake up and start exclaiming, "I'm SO EXCITED!!!! Mommy, I'm SO EXCITED!!!!"
"Why are you so excited, Nate??"
"BECAUSE BAM DIDDLY'S GONNA COME TODAY!!!"
And he would not be persuaded otherwise. In fact, he would not even be persuaded that sitting motionless and breathless in front of the mail slot was not a good idea. So there he sits, quivering with anticipation, waiting for the mail like it's school acceptance letters day. I'm afraid he's in for a very big disappointment.
And with that, I'm off to the candy store to buy a consolation prize. Poor Nate!
Oh, dear. Please let us know what happens.
Posted by: Grandma Nan | May 22, 2008 at 09:21 AM
Well, I hope the music comes today after all. And if not, maybe we can try to figure out what state it is in, and what route it might take to get there to your home?
Posted by: Uncle Dave | May 22, 2008 at 12:33 PM
Ah, Molly had a great idea; I'm off to the Virgin Megastore in SF this afternoon to pick up another copy, and I'll just return the first one if/when it ever gets here.
The things we moms do!
Posted by: Mommy | May 22, 2008 at 01:49 PM
Excuse me, it's not "Bam Diddly." It's "It's a Bam Bam Diddly." Which you'd know if you saw any of the 150 or so accurate mockups of the album cover lying around on the kitchen counter.
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