A long time ago I did a post in which I mentioned about how I really have to try to remind myself that it’s the thoughts that counts when people give my children gifts like a five million piece puzzle. Or swords. Or fistfuls of marbles. Or absolutely, positively anything with sand. Because what I really want to say to my dear friend when my delighted child opens his gift is:
What have I done to deserve this? Do you hate me, woman? You must hate me.
Because it’s only a matter of time before I head downstairs to our playroom and discover that this:
Has become this:
Thanks.
So much.
Confessions of a Serial Swooper 
This weekend, I received a text from my friend:
Buying a fish is a real douche move for a kid’s birthday, right?
My response:
TOTALLY.
And then:
Because you know who’s going to be cleaning that bowl each week.
To which she responded:
Good, because I can’t stand my friend’s ex. [Kids lives with said ex.]
So, maybe your friends really do hate you.
Just kidding, how can anyone hate you? 🙂 I too, hate all messy toys and things with multiple pieces. GRRRRRR. I won’t even let my kids have an outdoor sandbox because that shit gets stuck EVERYWHERE.
xo 🙂
SORRYYYY!!!!!!!!
We used to get my BIL any noisy toy we could find for his son’s bday. Yes, it was to annoy the crap out of him.