“Skylanders Swap Force. Skylanders Wham Shell. Bey Blade Death Quetzalcoatl. Wes Welker Jersey. Extra orange and blue bands for my Rainbow Loom. Broncos slippers. iTunes Gift card (as much as possible, please!). Convertible. Skylanders Doom Stone.”
Convertible? A convertible what?
Every year, my nine year old creates several drafts of his Christmas wish list before editing it down into his final letter to Santa. The process takes him two or three weeks.
This year, a convertible appeared on the list. Yes, a convertible that you actually drive. His explanation?
“When Dad keeps asking for something over and over again, you always eventually let him get it.”
I don’t let him. He just does, but I see where this is going.
“So if I start now and ask every single year for a convertible, you’ll eventually let me have one too. Even if I’m 28 by then. It’s worth the effort.”
Says the accused Dad, “I like the persistence, dude.”
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