What are the odds?
1. That there would be a Build-A-Bear Workshop in Sweden?
2. That an American family whose mere existence revolves around the consumerism of a certain 4-year old would end up at a mall in Sweden that used to house one of only 2 locations of Build-A-Bear Workshop in the entire country of Sweden?
3. That said mall would have posters for Build-A-Bear Workshop located where said 4-year old (who claims she cannot read) would see and recognize said advertisement?
4. That said 4 year old would want to go to this particular Build-A-Bear Workshop on this very day?
5. That parents feeling guilty over said 4-year old’s proclaimed homesickness acquiesce and with glee proclaim “Yes, we shall certainly go to Build-A-Bear Workshop today”?
6. That sorry family pulls up outside said Build-A-Bear Workshop to find locked doors and workers tearing down Build-A-Bear shelves, packing them away, and scraping the Build-A-Bear Workshop decals off the windows?
Apparently their last day of business was the day before we got there.
Thanks Build-A-Bear. You hosed us!
The odds cannot be good for all of those events to collide at once. Being the mother of a 2 1/2 year old, I feel for you. We haven’t taken the imp to Build-A-Bear yet, and mabye we won’t now as a punishment. Okay, that might be going a bit too far.
The stars were definitely not on our side! I would suggest postponing that first Build-A-Bear visit for as long as you possibly can. That’s a crazy train that’s hard to get off. – feefour