The conversation goes something like this.
Them: Mum we need some money but we can’t tell you why but it’s a good thing.
Me: Go ask your father.
Them: Dad we need some money to buy mum a present from the Mother’s Day stall.
Him: How much do you think she’s worth?
Them: Give us $10 for mum and $5 for the vending machine.
On Tuesday we sent them off with cash burning a hole in their pockets. Alex managed to hustle $15 from his dad, even though the most expensive gift was $8. James had $5.
That afternoon Alex smuggled his stash of presents into the house, telling me: ‘Don’t look, it’s meant to be a surprise.’
All the while leaving a trail of lolly wrappers … the result of his ‘leftover’ money.
James bought his pressie yesterday.
When I collected him from school he grabbed his bag from my hands, pulled the present from within and flung the bag back to me.
“This is your present, ” he said, taking it out of the brown paper bag.
Secret and surprise are words he’s yet to grasp.
“Alex guess what I got mum,” he said loudly.
Umm boys, I’m right here, I reminded them.
James: ‘It’s a business card holder.”
Alex: ‘How much was it.”
Still here boys.
Alex: That much?! Did you see the lollypops and foot scrub. Mum do you like lollypops?
So this Mother’s Day I can say with great certainty I’ll be receiving a card holder, some lollypops and a foot scrubber.
As long as they come with big smoochy hugs from my funny boys I will be very happy.
In return I might deliver a lesson on the art of giving good gifts.