A few weeks ago we celebrated Sherree’s birthday. I told her this was going to be fun because she was getting some really great presents.
Patrick and I went shopping at Target for her, and I let him pick her gifts. Yes, I let him pick everything and intervened only when necessary. We walked through the whole store and talked about what Mom might like. He picked a number of gifts for her: a Matchbox car, a big container of cheese balls, warm socks (I had to fight him to pick the right size), a package of plastic whiffle balls, and some fun-size Hershey chocolate bars. Patrick wanted to pick a card, too: he saw one with balloons and a dog on it that he though would be perfect… though he didn’t care that it said “happy birthday, sister” on it.