No Surprise Here

Well, my husband put the 3 year old down for a nap yesterday and forgot to lock the office door when working on the computer.
She burst in to let him know she needed to potty and discovered the dollhouse. The one I have successfully hidden from her for 1 ½ weeks. The one I only needed to hide for 2 more weeks before it became the highlight of her birthday.
I was so upset I wanted to cry. When she awoke, she said,
“Well, I found my dollhouse” very matter-of-factly.
I responded,
“Yes, and Momma is really sad about that because I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Don’t be sad Momma.” She said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Umm, because I want some blueberries,” she said (to comfort me?), or perhaps that is 3 year old for “Get over it, Mom”.