In an interesting twist on Father's Day, a seven year old boy buys HIMSELF a gift from the school Father's Day stall.
But he's gorgeous.
On the way to school today, Buzz asked if he could have a "really powerful torch (flashlight)." A few realities about this situation:
- He doesn't need one. Nobody needs one. Everyone in our family except Little Rex and me seem to want ("need!") a torch, but those who stumble about at night don't reach for a torch before doing so. We have occasional nocturnal visitors to our bed seeking asylum from nightmares and wet beds by cuddling up beside us and kicking us in the back all night long, so we are well-placed to certify that none of these visitors ever presents him/herself with a torch shining the way to our bedroom. Pity, as the way is sometimes littered with matchbox cars.
- Our home is already filled with torches. Mr de Elba has a "really powerful" one that he doesn't ever use, the children have acquired a vast array of those cheap ones that you can buy at the counter of pretty much any store, and cheap torches have been the usual purchases at the annual school Father's Day Stall. Buzz never really learns that Mr de Elba isn't going to actually USE the cheap torches Buzz buys for him, and the torches break quite soon after purchase anyway but always manage to find their way to where I can't find them before I can throw them out.
As it turns out, Jessie bought Daddy ... A TORCH! Oh how happy he will be.
Buzz, seeing that Jessie had bought Daddy a torch, decided to buy ... A TORCH!!! And since Daddy already had one coming to him, the torch should rightfully go to Buzz himself.
I have no idea what The Perfect Parent would do about this.