“Me want that!!”
I can hear the shouts of my preschooler rise over everything else going on in the house. As I look over at him, I can see his hands waving in excitement and then I can hear his little voice squealing in delight at yet another toy he sees in the toy catalog that arrived.
Next it’s his older siblings turn each pointing to a new item, page after page after page. Even the Baby Girl got in on the action.
“Mommy, please?! Please?! Please? Can we get these?”
My answer is always the same: “I will put it on the list.”
See I have developed the never ending list of requests. It contains everything from toys to space suits to a space flight {oddly enough the suit request had nothing to do with the flight} to scaling mountains at the age of 12 {an apparent plan of my oldest, who mind you is afraid of heights currently} to never having to eat any beets. I am sure by now if I actually wrote it all done the list would go for miles upon miles and then some.
I also await the day when one of the kids asks me to see the list. To which I will have to answer “Hmmm…I will have to put writing the list on the list.”
