I remember as a child that when Christmas rolled around we drew names among my siblings. We were then expected to get a gift for that sibling. I decided it was time for Sarah (and Zach) to get gifts for each other. Zach (and I--mostly me) picked something out for Sarah a few days ago while shopping while Sarah was at school. Now it was Sarah's turn to pick for Zach. We headed over to Target. I explained to Sarah that she was to pick a present for Zach for about $5 and that it just needed to be something small. I was sure she understood--until we got to the toy section. Then it turned out that all of a sudden Zach needed a Barbie, a princess, a new kitchen set in red, a doll, and a number of other outlandish items. Lest the whole trip turn into a disaster, I pointed out a few things that I thought Zach might like that were in the price range we were looking at. She thought he might like a gigantic, noise-making, button-pushing monstrosity they are calling a toy these days. I then picked three things and told her to pick which one she thought Zach would like the most. Truth be told, I don't even remember what she picked. We paid and escaped to the safety of the car. At home I thought it would be nice if Sarah wrapped her present for Zach. I started out assisting but ended up letting her finish on her own. One whole roll of tape later, the present was wrapped. It is now waiting, waiting, waiting to be put under the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve (so no little fingers get too excited and decide they can't possibly wait another minute).
I remember as a child that when Christmas rolled around we drew names among my siblings. We were then expected to get a gift for that sibling. I decided it was time for Sarah (and Zach) to get gifts for each other. Zach (and I--mostly me) picked something out for Sarah a few days ago while shopping while Sarah was at school. Now it was Sarah's turn to pick for Zach. We headed over to Target. I explained to Sarah that she was to pick a present for Zach for about $5 and that it just needed to be something small. I was sure she understood--until we got to the toy section. Then it turned out that all of a sudden Zach needed a Barbie, a princess, a new kitchen set in red, a doll, and a number of other outlandish items. Lest the whole trip turn into a disaster, I pointed out a few things that I thought Zach might like that were in the price range we were looking at. She thought he might like a gigantic, noise-making, button-pushing monstrosity they are calling a toy these days. I then picked three things and told her to pick which one she thought Zach would like the most. Truth be told, I don't even remember what she picked. We paid and escaped to the safety of the car. At home I thought it would be nice if Sarah wrapped her present for Zach. I started out assisting but ended up letting her finish on her own. One whole roll of tape later, the present was wrapped. It is now waiting, waiting, waiting to be put under the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve (so no little fingers get too excited and decide they can't possibly wait another minute).
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