He asked for a bike pump--it's called Joe Blow. I thought it was a cute name although I still couldn't ever remember the brand when I tried to tell Grammy what he wanted. It fits both kinds of bike stems and has an attachment for blowing up rafts and tubes. It's so heavy duty that it'll last forever.
Shopping was easy because he posted a wish list on Amazon--ideas galore. This scale will not only tell him how much he weighs, but also how much body fat he has and if he's well-hydrated. I'm afraid to step on it--ignorance is bliss when it comes to my percent body fat. His smile says he's gonna get me on it anyway. Evil child.
Of course, he asked for some science fiction and fantasy books too. Poor guy, it's in his genes and he can't help it. (He's even named after a sci fi character.) There's no escape.
Memories of birthday parties with watermelons, cakes with little trains, special presents, birthday cash. Seems like just yesterday he went out this door on his way to kindergarten. How'd he ever get so big so quickly?!
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