There's a cautionary tale in my family about gifts. When my Aunt Sue was a little girl, she told everyone that she wanted feety pajamas. It was the only suggestion that she gave whenever anyone asked her what she wanted for Christmas. Imagine her shock and disappointment when she opened gift and gift of... feety pajamas. I mean, how many feety pajamas does one girl need?
Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it all.
I feel like I'm reliving the feety pajamas with Darius. Only this time, instead of too many PJs, he received a ton of Legos. He got Star Wars legos, race car legos, and two giant tubs of lego pieces.
Unlike Aunt Sue when she received her multiple pairs of feety pajamas, Darius is thrilled that he has so many legos to play with. I, on the other hand, am getting mighty sick and tired of "reading" the universal instructions (aka no words, just diagrams) of how to build Darth Vader's ship. Or God forbid something breaks off, and something always breaks off, then I have to go and try to figure out where the damn piece came from and how to make it look like the pretty picture on the front of the instruction manual.
Next year, I might just tell my family that all he wants his feety pajamas. At least those don't come in a thousand pieces.
