Thursday, August 13, 2009

My consistent good taste

Elliot turned four today, and Sam and Sarah invited us to a barbecue/birthday party for him along with Sarah's parents and an assortment of friends with cute offspring. Earlier in the day I went to Target to buy him a Tonka truck. I bought him a Tonka truck last year and it was a huge hit. Could I be so bold as to say it was his favorite gift?

I have a Tonka fire truck at my house, which is also a popular item.

Anyway, I stood in front of the trucks to decide which was the BEST one, because I'm a competitive and self-absorbed, nasty person (or because I like to bring joy and pleasure to my grandchild--choose one). I found a red one that made noises and had moving parts but then I saw the garbage truck which also made noises and had moving parts plus two garbage men and it was BIGGER than the red truck. I chose the garbage truck. Then I remembered that I had not bought Louis a present for his first birthday in May, so I also bought the red truck for Louis.

Sam brings all the presents out to the back yard, and after the children beat up a pinata, Elliot opens his presents. He is stunned with the garbage truck. I read this as pleasure. Sam walks up to me, smirking: "You bought him that same truck last year." Crap.

"I'm so embarrassed," I say, but that might have been overstating things. Over medicated people don't get embarrassed, nor do we cry. "Go get the truck I bought for Louis," I tell him.

I think Elliot liked it. It's all a blur to me now. I know that Louis played with it for the rest of the evening, so I know he liked it.

Then Sam brings out the red two-wheeler with training wheels. I can state positively that it was the favorite gift this year. Remember your first bike?

Here's the thing: at this writing I cannot identify the truck I originally bought for Louis. I'm sure it was red. Other than that, I don't know. So, I can never again buy a Tonka truck for Elliot or Louis without making a phone call first. And I don't make phone calls.

Later, we stopped by Charles and Erica's where they were hosting a Lindsay open-house for Anne. There I learned that I had bought the same present two years in a row for Harrison, for Max and for Anne.

Why change when you've found the perfect gift?


Robin said...

If you gave money for presents they wouldn't mind getting the same thing every year. But money isn't nearly as fun to open as a dump truck.

Jason M said...

Do we really have to choose between the competitive, self-absorbed, nasty 'you' and the joy and pleasure-bringing 'you?' I believe surely you are all of these. Nicht wahr, Anna?

doddles said...

Apple doesn't fall from the tree. I got the same thing from Ed for my birthday two years in a row.

Kerri said...

My opinion? You're giving your grandkids's all good! Not every grandchild gets presents from a loving (and funny) grandma.

Katy said...

I like the competitive you. Topping all the other party guests' presents is like winning queen of the ball.

Bonnie Tonita White said...

I found your blog through my daughter's - I love your humor and candor and your self acceptance. It is refreshing. Keep writing.