One remarkable gift
Had a birthday recently (we won't discuss the exact chronology, but let's just say I'm closer to retirement age than high school graduation), and it was a genuine pleasure.
Got a couple of really nice gifts -- better than I deserved, and exactly what I wanted -- but there was one that literally made me laugh out loud. This one:
Let me explain.
A few months back, I had an unfortunate incident with my cell phone. It got a little, shall we say, damp. All right, it got soaked. It went through an entire cycle in the washing machine, hitching a ride in one of my front pants pockets.
And if that wasn't enough, it tumbled for about 10 minutes in the dryer before I heard the racket and put the mental pieces together.
So, that was pretty much the end of that handset (miraculously, it powered on, but would not function as a phone), so I went to a backup phone for a while.
I then made it abundantly clear that I'd like a replacement phone for my birthday. In fact, it was the only "big" thing I asked for. And everyone in the family knew it, including the kids.
But I underestimated the keen wit and observational powers of our 7-year-old. He obviously heard me whining about not having a decent cell phone, and took matters into his own hands.
So he took it upon himself to draw the phone you see above. He then placed it in the box that originally contained the laundered phone, wrapped it carefully and presented it to me as a legit birthday gift.
So, when I opened the box and found his handiwork, I laughed. Hard. He got me. And it was brilliant. So I'm still carrying it in my wallet -- just in case something happens to my new phone.
Gotta love birthdays with little kids in the house -- yours, or theirs.