Realizing that I hadn’t started my holiday shopping I asked my niece, Hannah, yesterday what she wanted for Christmas yesterday.
“A pink scooter, please.”
“Wow, that’s a big gift. What if Aunt Sarah can’t get you a pink scooter, then what do you want?”
“A purple scooter.”
“Hannah, let me explain this to you. Scooters are pretty expensive and Aunt Sarah can’t afford to buy a real scooter for you. Is there something else you want? Maybe a book, or a Barbie?”
“A Barbie scooter, please.”
I guess this is my own fault for storing my scooter in my brother’s garage for the winter. She got a taste of the good life and wants one. I can’t blame really her for that, now can I?