My mom and I went to St. Louis Bread Co. (it's real name for all you Panera people out there) for dinner tonight (one of the few places you can get an organic kids meal) and I looked at her and told her what I wanted for Christmas. Now, usually when I start asking for things 5 months in advance they're pretty off the wall- I like to give my gift givers a chance to start saving... I looked at her and said, "Mom, you know what I'd really like for Christmas this year?" She rolled her eyes and with just a hint of 'oh-God-I-raised-this-child-to-be-a-spoiled-brat' in her voice she asked me "and what is that Brooke?" You know whenever a loved one uses your name in their reply, or really just in any sentence altogether, you've done (or are about to do) something they disprove of. My Christmas wish...a new vacuum cleaner. Yep, that's right folks I want a Hoover come December 25th. Well, a Dyson really but a vacuum nonetheless. This is the point where my mom stopped eating and started laughing out loud, "From Louis Vuitton to vacuum cleaners," she spurted out between laughs. I suppose you know you're grown up when you go from wanting ridiculous purses to housecleaning supplies...and dreaming about them months in advance!