Thanks Forrest for the title inspiration!
My ten-year-old is gearing up his wish list for Christmas. Oh yeah, no problem focusing there. No problem writing that clearly and legibly, always keeping those letters in-between the lines.
Ahem.
So of course, I am the lovely recipient of the verbal barrage.
"Mom! I know what I want for Christmas. I want (insert anything over 300 dollars here)."
Sigh.
For his birthday, that was just in October, he wanted one of two things: An iPod touch or a wheel-chair.
Yes, you read that correctly.
My son wants a wheel-chair.
Stranger than strange.
I asked him WHY?
He just replied he thought it would be cool to ride around in.
O.K.
I guess.
So once again, amongst all the electronic gadgets and Lego kits and motorized scooters or bikes ("whatever one YOU like best Mom" Mmm-hmm.), he is also including a wheel-chair at the very top of his list.
Yikes!
It seems uncomfortably funny for me to chuckle, because heaven forbid he ever NEED a wheel-chair.
But still I chuckle.
Not a hearty laugh.
But a chuckle.
Tee hee?