”We will just buy a small gift.”
Family and friends have been doing that for five years, and sometimes just because it looked good at the time or one boy touched it in store.
We now have an extensive library of toys and books. Being us, all are boxed and shelved so as to ease the declutter process each afternoon.
What I would prefer to hear, or what I dream of hearing:
“We’ll drop a few dollars into their accounts.” Yes, each boy has one.
“We’ll donate a few dollars to your choice of charity in their name.” RFDS
Today Jai found this half filled lolly bag. I made the mistake of leaving it in plain view at my office desk.
I found him with the contents in lines on top of his little dining table. I decided if he was daring, he could have them.
“Dude, they are pure sugar. Don’t eat them too fast.”
“Daddy …. adults shouldn’t eat these.” Oh, he’s had one already.
“Why not dude?”
“… because they are pure sugar.”
Yet he didn’t jump off the walls nor get hyperactive. Because we took him to a park to run around for thirty minutes! Whew.
Oh dear, Jai needed to know the facts of life today.
Jai: “Mummy, honey is bee poo!” Totally random comment from left field, yet understandable in our house.
Mum: “No , if anything it is bee spew.”
Mum: “Seriously, would you rather eat poo or spew.”
Dad: “Please don’t…” But it was too late.
Jai: “I say it is BEE POO!”
There was further discussion, but he couldn’t be swayed. Thankfully he lost interest and his six-second attention span found a new topic. But I know my boy’s memory.
[5 minutes later]
Jai: “Daddy, I have some bee poo for you!”
Dad: “… this is why. Sigh.”