I must've been momentarily distracted and now it's all over. Since it's oh, about a month till Christmas, we are averaging about fifteen catalog(ue)s a day. Now don't get me wrong - I do most of my shopping on-line, which is often inspired by these catalog(ue)s. However, I do it secretly, and usually in the dead of night so that no one looks over my shoulder, and they certainly don't get to peruse the pages.
Today unfortunately, the wee guy was standing right next to me when the ton of mail came through the letter box and thudded onto the floor. (I have possibly the only letter box in North America. Everyone else has mailboxes outside the house, which means that not only does it all get wet, but you have to go outside to get it. Obviously, the downside to a letter box is that little people can see what gets delivered.) Anyway, right there on the very top of the pile, was a toy catalog.
"Ooooh" he said, clapping his hands gleefully.
"Oh god" I wailed.
For almost an hour now, he has been curled up on the sofa picking out what he wants for Christmas. And of course, he has to come running over to me to describe the features and benefits of every single thing. Now on the one hand, it's giving me a lot of inspiration, so I am sirruptitiously taking note of page numbers. On the other - he's circling practically every toy on every page whether they are in his age range or not. Some of them are the same as things he already has.
1. Huge, remote controlled garabage truck/bin lorry. Apparently you can also put items in and they get crunched up. That's just begging for disaster. Lipstick, keys, snotty tissues, I-Pods, homework? Besides, he already has a perfectly good recycling truck that sings (to the tune of William Tell) "To the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump".
2. Life size Spike the Dinosaur. Okay, so we don't really know how big some of these creatures were, but this thing is the size of a fully grown Great Dane. It's far too big for the house, and is so expensive that we wouldn't be able to eat for a month.
3. Bat Cave. Ah, now this looks quite good in that it all folds back into a neat little plastic suitcase thingy. Hmmm. (Dreams of toys that fold up and are put away every night.)
4. Plastic Thomas the Train track set, complete with waterfall and three bridges. That would presumably be to replace the full wooden set we already have then would it?
I explained last year that Santa only brings so many toys as he has to get round the world and he can't carry everything in his sleigh. Plus, the elves might go on strike if he grants every wish. That really didn't wash as Santa is magic didn't you know. Little guy also pointed out that if Santa couldn't come up with the goods, perhaps his grandparents could pitch in. (Since when did 5 year olds get so clever?)
Last night for his nocturnal prank, I found a pencil snapped in three and shoved in the holes in my bathroom sink. And then the perfect blackmail tool came to me in a flash - every time he does anything like this in future, something gets taken off his list. He seems to think he can pick and choose what goes and what stays, but he clearly hasn't been living with me long enough.
Mwah ha ha!
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