They never cease to amuse me, the kids' Christmas lists. So I was a bit disappointed when The Boy's came in with only four items, and sensible ones at that - a new iPod, new visor for his race helmet, new race suit and money.
The first one - well, I would say he's having a laugh, but that was before the phone call from his over-generous grandfather. Someone will be very pleased come the big day.
But I digress. The Princess has come up trumps with a list that defies interpretation. Well, at least until her puzzled Media Mum can snatch an hour on Google and text her more savvy mummy friends.
"What on earth is a 'mermaid-bath-bomb-thingy'?" I wondered idly to Media Dad. "Dunno," he said helpfully. T'interweb gave me too many options so I decided to call in outside assistance. "It'll be a Mermaid Magic Fizz and Surprise," said Newspaper Mum, helpfully. "They're all the rage this year."
Ok, one down and several more to go. I shan't bore you by reciting them all, but suffice to say they were all a lot simpler than they sounded, and thank God for Amazon.
I can't, however, top a tale from Plumber Mum, who told me of the time she was sent to the shops by her four-year-old son to buy "one of those hairy things that goes clip-clop". It took her ages to work out what he wanted. No, not a pony - it was a coconut, of course!
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