Spaceship

Well, because I pretty much take Jory everywhere except to work, and even there sometimes, I have to take him shopping when I look for his birthday presents. My mom and I picked out a Darth Vader spaceship we knew he'd love, cleverly hid it away, and amazingly enough because we were so careful, Jory never noticed it all the way through the store and even after we put it up on the check out stand.

Then, the cashier, looked at him, and handed it right to him after she scanned it, asking him if he wanted to carry it out. UGH. All the way home Jory was wondering where his Darth Vader Spaceship was. Then we got into the house, trying to leave it in the trunk and make him think of the action figure he'd just gotten for his final bit of potty training. No Go.

He simply had to have she spaceship. Finally he broke down into tears, telling us to get it out of the trunk, that it was his, and he wanted it now. Well, what could we do? No point in making him miserable just so we could wrap it and give it to him a week and a half later. So, he got his Darth Vader Spaceship a little early--thanks to a dingy cashier.

At least now we know he likes one of his birthday presents......of course how old he's going to be changes with the minutes. People ask him how old he'll be and I hear, "4, 7, 10" etc. He used to tell people he'd be 3, but I guess he's decided that's not a good idea.