Every year when it gets close to my son's birthday he always tells me about his past birthdays. He can tell me every little detail about it. What kind of cake he had, what wrapping paper was on the gifts from Nana, what wrapping paper was on the gifts from Grandma, what he got of coarse, and what he was wearing. He's got a great memory! Why is it that I can't remember every little detail about my birthdays? Oh... too many birthdays I guess. haha!
Well, it's that time of year again for my son's birthday. It's Monday. He is getting very excited. But we're low on money and I still haven't gotten him anything. He heard me tell Daddy this over the phone. When I got off the phone he says "Mom, I know there isn't much money to buy birthday presents. You can go to Dollar Tree and get me a rubber chicken."
WHAT???? Did I hear him right? He is okay with me getting some cheap toy at Dollar Tree? And a rubber chicken at that?? Why a rubber chicken??
I thought to myself, NO WAY! I can see it now - ten years from now he will be telling everyone about his 11th birthday when mom got him a cheap rubber chicken. I don't think so. I'm getting my son something better than that.
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