Bear is happy. He got his Liverpool FC strip plus a Solar Energy Science Lab (utter steal from eBay), an exploding science set, books, pens and even a Liverpool FC ring binder.
It made me a little sad. There were no presents from father. It reminded me that, for father, age appropriate was an interesting concept that didn't apply. I lost count of the toys I diplomatically stashed until bear was old enough. I think there are still some around. Of course, I didn't mention anything to bear. He was too busy enjoying the 'Periodic Table for Beginners' (yes, it is a real book, here, and, yes, he was thrilled, and, no, I didn't pay that much for it).
Bear also insisted on getting me to video the present opening on his new kindle fire. He insisted that I do it straight away before I had even time to find my glasses. One thing struck me. If bear is insisting on being video'ed, I really, really need to sort out the house. The video includes a right pile of stuff as a backdrop.
The biggest hit of the morning was actually the birthday card. I spent an utter fortune on it but it was so worth it. If you could have seen bear's face as he opened up the card to hear a Dalek's voice ordering him to celebrate or be exterminated - it shone! I wish I had video'ed that.