I've been home for days and I still haven't quite unpacked.
Neither have I done my Christmas shopping. Ugh!
The kids are of an age this year where they want very specific, expensive things. D' wants an acoustic guitar, black. M' wants an electric bass, four strings, not 5, and silver.
I want to buy them clothes or ski related stuff.
I can afford a hot wheel for each.
M' wants to bleach his hair platinum and get some aviator sunglasses. D' wants to be a rock star, and a master of "Guitar Hero" the video game.
Strange beings, these boys. I don't really know what to get them!
You know how girls love each other? They talk and make eye contact and share secrets.
Boys? Not so much.
They love each other by punching and wrestling and calling each other insulting names. It's hard to know just when to step in and dicipline their behavior.
I don't even know what to put in their stockings this year. Small toys just are not likely to be appreciated. They are growing beyond that. Well, not D' so much. He still likes some toys.
If I could put facial hair in M's stocking, and a razor to go with it, that would make him happy. Or maybe I could get him a talking mirror that says "you're so hot." Because he's still convinced that he is.
I have got to get started on a bit of shopping for them....
2 comments:
It's crazy to think that the last time I saw them was over 4 years ago! D could come to our house and play guitar hero with Charles. That's what Charles is getting for Christmas.
You made me laugh so hard with this post, Kel. They are strange creatures, aren't they?
Tell them you're giving them a trip to Spokane where they can play Wii in the basement with my two wrestling, smelly hairy boys to their hearts content.
Then we can make eye contact and share secrets and drink wine and eat chocolate.
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