Heirloom Snackeez
Thomas was determined to buy a Snackeez after seeing an infomercial on it and then finding one in the store. He begged and pleaded for chores for the past couple of weeks to save up enough money for it, and counted his change almost daily. We tried to tell him about false advertising and how likely something like that would be to break, but he would hear none of it. Yesterday he finally obtained the holy grail: a Star Wars-themed Snackeez (that's a cup and straw with a container for snacks on the top, for those of you following along at home).
At bedtime we were talking about things we've wanted and how sometimes it's good for us NOT to get what we want, in hindsight. Sometimes we regret wanting (and getting) the things we thought we couldn't live without.
Thomas: Mom, I'm never going to regret buying my Snackeez. Someday in a lot of years, my kids are going to ask me, 'Hey, Dad, do you have a Snackeez?' And I'll pull it out and put it in the washing machine thing and hand it to them and say, 'Here it is, son.'
Me: Oh, so yours is an heirloom Snackeez?
Thomas: Yep.
Henry, slapping me on the back: That was a good one, Mom. Heirloom Snackeez?? Good one, Mom, good one.
At bedtime we were talking about things we've wanted and how sometimes it's good for us NOT to get what we want, in hindsight. Sometimes we regret wanting (and getting) the things we thought we couldn't live without.
Thomas: Mom, I'm never going to regret buying my Snackeez. Someday in a lot of years, my kids are going to ask me, 'Hey, Dad, do you have a Snackeez?' And I'll pull it out and put it in the washing machine thing and hand it to them and say, 'Here it is, son.'
Me: Oh, so yours is an heirloom Snackeez?
Thomas: Yep.
Henry, slapping me on the back: That was a good one, Mom. Heirloom Snackeez?? Good one, Mom, good one.
