Aaaaw, Hi J., I love your story.
Years ago when my oldest was 6, he was utterly and profoundly convinced he was getting a bunny for Christmas.
Of course, he was NOT getting a bunny for Christmas or a bunny for anything ever.
I pulled out all the stops. Santa doesn't bring real animals. Santa know bunnies belong in the wild. Santa HAS no bunnies this year. It's ILLEGAL to have a bunny in the city...blah blah blah.
His answer was always, Santa brings the good children the things they want and I'm a very good boy. And he WAS a very good boy, sigh.
Anyway, there was minimal noticable disappointment Christmas morning, too many other things to enjoy, so I figured he forgot about it.
Then during the school break I took them to the mall. We were walking past a pet store and he veered off toward the store.
James! Where are you going? Please don't walk away from me like that.
Rooting around in his pockets, he pulls out a $20 bill, holds it up for me to see (Christmas money), and says I'm going to buy the bunny myself!
ARGH!
He was really mad that he would not be allowed to buy his own bunny either. But struggling in the mall with 3 hungry tired cranky kids alone (6, 4, 1), I was less then sympathetic.
I probably said something like, when you're a grown up man with your own house, you can have all the bunnies you want!
It was never mentioned again. And it WAS a major childhood disappointment, poor kid. At 20 yo and a 3rd year college student, he's STILL into bunnies. And I do believe once he's graduated and settled in a house and a job, he will get himself a bunny. But it likely won't be until then that he understands WHY I would not allow him to have a bunny.
Merry Christmas! Don't worry, she'll live not getting another puppy, trust me!
:)