A Tale of Two Little Boys

We did our ten pound dash yesterday, or rather I did, as Hubby was unable to find a single thing suitable for me. I have always thought I was easy to buy for actually, as I appreciate the thought and time someone has taken to choose a gift with me specifically in mind. Poor Hubby had a list longer than your arm of what he couldn’t buy due to weight loss, diet, cost, or change in relaxation methods.
billThis included chocolate, sweets, peanuts, biscuits, perfumery, shower products, clothes, jewellery, crisps, book, CD, DVD, or any writing implements.
So he came away from town completely empty handed.
Not like me, I spent my complete tenner (all but 2p of it) and everything is now wrapped.

But here’s something perhaps to warm the cockles of your heart as it did mine when Hubby related it to me.
On his travels up and down the High Street, he was witness to two families out for their Christmas shop. They could not have been more different.

Mother and son were having a discussion on the shop floor.
He was demanding a particular toy and his mother said No.
She added that he’d had his chance last week and didn’t want one then, so he couldn’t have one now.
The kid moaned that he’d changed his mind and wanted one as all his friends had one.
His Mum repeated No, and suggested he thought of something else.
Instead, he continued to whinge and whine insisting she bought him whatever it was.
She said the way he was going he wasn’t going to get anything at all, then walked away.
(Good for her, that’s what I say)

Mum and Dad out with their son who was obviously the apple of their eye and giving him the option of whatever he wanted in the toy shop.
His Dad was suggesting models or kits well over the hundred pound mark, but the boy said he didn’t want any of those, and could he have ‘that’ pointing to something on the shelf.
‘That’ was a small model helicopter costing around £12.
His Dad pointed out it was tiny and why would he want it when he could have his pick of something much bigger (and more expensive) that would last longer.
The boy said he appreciated that, but he really only wanted ‘that’.
His mother stepped in saying he’d only be able to play with it for a few minutes before it would need to be recharged.
The lad said he didn’t mind, as he could easily play with something else until it was fully charged, and it really was all he wanted.

What a contrast.
Hubby said he felt like buying the small helicopter himself and giving it to him.
He’s going to have another ‘dash’ on his own today.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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4 Responses to A Tale of Two Little Boys

  1. Victo Dolore says:

    I love the 10 pound dash! Such a great tradition. 🙂

    • It is such fun, and ideal for us. Sadly there aren’t so many silly things available but we try. Trying to get a chocolate santa for a sensible price was a nightmare so I’ve had to improvise!

  2. You have eliminated all the “normal” gifts. I hope you gave him some good ideas that would work.

    • I did indeed, and he has come back this morning with a bag of goodies which he is wrapping as I type! Next year, I shall be looking out for things to inspire rather than despair, bless him

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