He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.
We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.
It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.
He smiles big and I can see that he knows it’s special. He knows it’s for him.
Surely he’d talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of “everything will be different next year.”