Ode to a little Red Wagon
This weekend, Keli and I were talking about upcoming birthday and Christmas gifts, when she mentioned she’d like to get a little red wagon (think “Radio Flyer“) for “us”. Here’s how that conversation went:
Me: What would we possibly do with a wagon? It’s not like we live near either of the kids schools and could use it to walk there in the mornings.
Keli: The kids could play with it at home.
Me: Having the kids play with a wagon at home is a bad idea. Our yard isn’t big enough to justify using it at home. If we let them use it in the house you KNOW it’s only a matter of time before Mason rides it down the stairs like a sled.
Keli: Well, I don’t know. We would just use it for stuff…
Me: Like the one time each year we could take it to the pumpkin patch?
Keli: We could take it to the Christmas Tree farm.
Me: You really think a Christmas tree would fit on a kids wagon?
Keli: I guess not…
Me: It’s not like we could put the saws or measuring pole in it…
Keli: … Well, we could use it when we go on walks and stuff…
Me: … where do we go for walks that we would need a wagon? Neither of the kids needs to be pulled in it. And when we do go for family walks, it’s usually hiking at the park on trails. I’m not pulling a wagon up a trail.
Keli: … But I’ve never had a little red wagon and I’ve always kind of wanted one…!
Me: Okay. We can get “the kids” a red wagon if you want to. But you do realize this will be THAT gift I cave in for this year, right? Every year there’s “that” one gift…
Keli: In that case, let me think about it then. What was “that” gift last year?
Me: It was that stupid fake Hanna Montana hair for Bailey, which turned into a knappy, tangled mess later that morning.
Keli: Oh yeah…!
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October 27, 2008 

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