I found an old Spiderman onesie of bear's as I was clearing out the dining room and asked him to try it on. Bear was adamant that it fits. Okay the legs are practically at his knees and the sleeves are almost at his elbows, but it fits, and it fits well enough for Christmas Day, thank you, so much, mother! I'm leaving him to it.
I read Jean's comment on the last post with a sort of wince - I can't argue with it. I remember once getting a huge colouring set for DH's niece and his sister's face falling. They had been trying to explain to their daughter that even though she asked for it (with a lot of other stuff) she couldn't have everything she asked for, and then we walked in with it!
Bear, to be fair to him, hasn't asked for much this year and apart from the latest unexpected meltdown has been fairly laid back. It's like the onesie - he remembers who gave it him, and when he wore it at happy times and what he means in connection with people. That means the onesie, and the gifts, aren't about the monetary value but about the fun and the emotional connection. It's one of the reasons that gifts from father are to be unwrapped at father's and be stashed at father's - it is as much for bear as it is for father.
Mind you, having a mental tally of all the (actually quite inexpensive at the time) stuff all over the house, he's not exactly short. There will be towers of stuff, a lot of it books but plenty of fun and fuss for his Christmas and Birthday. I don't think he will feel like a deprived child when he gets back to school after the break.
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