My DS-12 came home from the school Christmas gift exchange with a box of microwave popcorn. He took a fly-wheel, because deep in his little heart of hearts he wanted one for himself.
Alas, he was given the popcorn.
I guess popcorn is the Lifesaver book of this generation. Surely you remember the Lifesaver book? The box came packed full of rolls of candy, I never did get one and I always wanted it. DH said he never wanted one and always ended up bringing it home.
Generations of children have been sent to the store clutching nickels, dimes, quarter, dollars ~ or most recently $5 bills ~ charged with buying a class exchange gift.
And countless children have returned either with something they desperately wanted for themselves, or a Lifesaver candy box.
Meanwhile, DS-12 continues to want a fly-wheel, even though his 12-year-old coolness hates to admit wanting it.
When we took DS-8 to Target to spend his $20 birthday money he picked out a fly-wheel. DS-12 tried to talk his younger brother into buying a different fly-wheel, (very much like the one he purchased for the gift exchange) but DS-8 held fast and bought what he wanted.
The boys have been playing with it in the hall for the last two days (bless them!)
Yesterday, DS-12 admitted he did, indeed want a fly wheel and has given Daddy his birthday Wal-mart gift card so he can buy a fly wheel. (DH is working from 2 to 10 p.m. today, and can hit Wally World after work when the crowds have subsided) Christmas may be two days away, but they want to play right now!
Meanwhile, I continue to put of the job of sewing pajamas for my boys. I made a pair for DS-12 last night, tried them on him today and decided they will be going to DS-8. Good thing I cut out the biggest pair first!
I need to finish the DS-8 pair, and cut out and sew the DS-12 pair. As well as fringe the fleece blankets I am giving to both of them. By the way, these gifts are no longer a secret.
It looks like I will not be working on Christmas day. But I will be working on Christmas Eve, which also happens to be a Sunday. I just hope I can find truck drivers willing to talk to me about their plans for Christmas.
Ready or not Christmas is just about here. If I don’t check in before the big day, have yourself a merry one.