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.
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)."
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.
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.
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.