Having children spread so far apart means that for the past 10 years or so I have run into the same gift giving problem . . .
What to buy the teenager in my life?
This is an especial problem here in the early teen years when they want games and toys — but not really — but maybe they do — but they don’t want to be seen “playing” with anything — but they’ll be disappointed if all they get are clothes and practical gadgets.
I asked Colin this morning what was on his Christmas list.
I dunno. (This is a standard answer for nearly every question. What would you like for supper? How was school today? Would you like a swift kick in the butt?)
Well, maybe a racing game. (Okay! Now we’re getting somewhere!)
For a PlayStation 3. (No. We don’t have a PlayStation. We have a Wii. A PlayStation 3 is outside of the Christmas budget, especially for a family who just returned from “Central Florida.”)
Colin looks at me and smiles and dashes upstairs.
I am back at square one.