Last week, we drove to Illinois to visit my parents and let Sean OD on popsicles and Wivian.
Knowing that in the coming week, that Wivian would be indulging Sean’s every whim and thereby be promoted to most favored grandmother status, Cleo, my mother-in-law, made a pre-emptive strike in the Grandma Wars and loaded Sean up with seven or eight presents to open along the way.
When we were about a mile away from MeMaw’s house, Sean demanded to open his first present and being the spineless jelly fish of a parent bent on instant gratification that I am, I let him.
From a beautiful gift bag laden with festive ribbon and colorful tissue paper he pulled a twenty-five cent pinwheel.
“Oh my!” he exlaimed. “I can’t believe my eyes! I’ve never seen such a thing!”
And then he spent the next 50 miles holding the pinwheel up to the air conditioning vent and cackling with joy.
If only his thrills would always be so cheap.