Back in March, Katie was upset about something and decided that all her personal issues with life hinged upon the fact that WE (her father and I) NEVER get her ANYTHING that she requests for Christmas or her birthday. Ever. That’s right. We make every effort we can to spoil her days and make her cry.
So, I told her that from then on, all requests for gifts would have to be made in writing, signed in blood, sealed and filed for future reference.
“TWO pages?” I asked, incredulous, as I stared at her notebook.
“Actually, it’s three,” she replied and turned the page.
“Uh, you need to rank them. Give me your top 3 to 5. And I make no promises…” I warned. With the finalized list in hand, I sat down at the computer to shop.
Backscratcher. Hey, if a $3 gift floats your boat, no problem.
LEGOS. Yes, 99% of the LEGOS we have a very boy-like. Of course, 99% of the LEGOS made are very boy-like.
And last, but not least, the item she wanted most and which elicited the greatest shouts of glee: Silly Bandz. And she immediately opened the package and put all 27 of them on her arm. Whatever.
She is 9. Half of my children are halfway (or more) to adulthood.