This year, he got a little of everything. Sporty, practical, useful everyday, tactical, weaponry, spy gear, survival gear, bug out gear. Actually, he only got one item of clothing, from his daughter, who told me any clothing was "lame and doesn't count as a gift." Hmph! Well, the pants were "tactical" pants and light weight which is a good thing because after they're put on, the pockets, flaps and hidden pouches are filled with 10 lb. of various bits to maime, mend, mind blow, or map.
The Mister is well prepared, and is my own MacGyver so I really cannot complain. His pockets full of "stuff" has come in pretty handy often enough, so we keep adding to it. Soon he won't be able to keep his pants up, even with the batman utility belt and Hulk suspenders.
His big thrill was tongue temps and uvula checks. Random announcements of how warm or cold objects are shouted out spontaneously. Was I wondering what is the temperature of my mashed potatoes?
Don't get me wrong. I like it when I get him the good gift and he finds it fun and useful. I just don't need to know the comparative temperature of each of my toes!
June has come. Birthday is over. Hopefully the 5 lbs of Jolly Ranchers will disappear along with their discarded individual wrappers found EVERYWHERE. ( he tells me they are a little reminder that he is all around me all the time- even in the dryer and under the couch).
So, Happy Birthday Over and done with Mr. Man. You are eternally my little boy and you kinda still look like one! Never forget to acknowledge the inner child!
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