My son's most frequent complaint is that he never has the supplies he needs for his inventions. "Supplies" generally refers to the contraband in his dad's office drawers: the sharp-toothed staple remover, binder clips strong enough to snap a child's fingers, chokeable rubber bands and a variety of paperclips. Any two of these items in combination with a pad of Post-It Notes can entertain him for an hour, minimum.
Since this will be our last Easter without a little one underfoot, the Bunny had
a lightbulb moment. Instead of candy, the plastic eggs would be filled with
pastel paperclips and vivid rubber bands.
I held my breath when the first egg was cracked this morning. "Just what I needed! More supplies!" he screamed in delight.
Before I could let out a sigh of relief, he had slipped a pair of rubber bands on the Easter basket handle and was busy strumming a tune on his self-titled "egg-strument."
Yes, my son has inherited my love of bad puns and cheap playthings. If only every holiday could be this easy...
3 comments:
This is great-I love it! He is so imaginative.
Since mine are 2 1/2 and 5, half of their eggs had pennies in them. Both of them LOVE money(although DS just likes to play with it, DD realizes you can buy stuff, although she doesn't understand the different denominations yet).
That's great!
One of my favorite Christmas gifts ever was a flashlight. Simplicity is a reward itself, and by training your son to love simple things, you're giving him a great gift that he'll use all his life!
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