My son walks slowly into the living room and exhales with a heaviness too old for his years. The winter solstice has come and there is not a single present under the tree.
This is no big deal. I still have time. PLENTY of time. I'm not worried.
Mom, are you going to forget to go shopping for Christmas?
Nope. I'm not going to forget.
I'm just not going to do it.
I'm going to wrap empty boxes and we you can open them and tell me what you WISH I'd gotten you.
Then we'll share one bag of M&M's.
Plain M&M's not even the cool ones.
Encouraged by my response he says yippee and tap dances backwards out of the room muttering something about Grand Theft Auto (again).
