I have a couple of little monsters in my house, my oldest is *almost* six and my youngest is *almost* three. There is a phrase that I hear myself saying a lot lately, 'you get what you get, and you don't throw a fit'. And on bad days, if you continue to throw a fit, you get nothing.
I sorta feel bad for Aaron Corwin here because he probably wasn't counting on people reading his cute little short story through the lens of motherhood. But I have to be honest here:
Mathilde acts a diva. And it's annoying.
She wants a pony. Stomps her foot. Gripes and complains. Stomps her foot again. She is anything but grateful for what she does receive.
And her parents! Placate, placate, placate with a bribe.
Oh well, whaddaya do. Your angel wants a pony, you get her a demon, eventually she becomes attached. Everything turns out fine.
Well, not quite.
This is a very cute story, imaginative, and if you can get past the Mathilde's attitude problem, humorous. You'll want a little pet demon by the end, guaranteed.