Our kids received a lot of stuff this year. It wasn’t our fault, either. Unfortunate family drama has led to very fortunate circumstances for my kids each Christmas. Divorces and remarriages have resulted in four different sets of grandparents which means Christmas is multiplied by four.
Honestly, we could choose not to get our kids anything and the haul they get from the grandparents would be plenty. More than plenty, even. Still, I wanted in on the Christmas action too, so I got my kids some stuff too.
But I forgot one very important Christmas ingredient. The most important ingredient, some might argue.
As gift after gift after gift was opened yesterday morning I realized that almost every single one required batteries.
LeapPad, Pillow Pet Dream Lites, flashlights, this doohickey, that doohickey…And I had neglected to purchase even one battery.
You know how it goes. You’re all pleased with yourself for all your awesome Christmas purchases and you forget the one thing that makes it all happen.
I was immediately reminded of a hilarious letter to Santa I read earlier in the month:
If you bring presents with batteries, bring batteries.
Smart kid. I happened to have a smart husband too. As my kids danced around proffering their toys and begging me to make them work and the sweat beaded on my forehead as I tried to remember if Walmart was open on Christmas day, my husband procured a stack of batteries in all shapes and sizes he had the foresight to pick up.
AND DAD FOR THE WIN!
If that was his only contribution to Christmas (it wasn’t) it would have been solid gold and he certainly earned a ten hour couch session for the remainder of the day.
Lesson learned. Never again, will I purchase Christmas toys without stopping at the battery kiosk and loading up. Christmas just ain’t Christmas without those horribly noisy toys polluting the air, is it? The grandparents do that on purpose, don’t they? Revenge being best served cold and all…
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