It is part of a parent’s duty to engage in good-natured ribbing with your kids.
This is MRB Chapter 12 (Just Because…) and, to a certain extent, Chapter 9 (Education. Yes, really – I think this leads to a certain level of mental gymnastics that is helpful to figuring out other things).
Our kids have sort of embraced it. They’ve started with the puns and sarcasm and ribbing of their own.
At Eldest Progeny’s request, here is her list of Unhelpful Hints for Gift-Giving Occasions (her words; my comments are in italics):
Kid: Mooooom, what did you get me?
Parent: Here’s a hint:
- Not an elephant.
- Not a giraffe.
- Not a house.
- Not a swimming pool.
- Not a hippo. (My addition – this is the point where I would probably start singing “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.“)
- Not a home on Mars.
- Not a bowling ball (flat presents only).
- Not extra homework.
- Not a huge spacecraft headed to the moon as we speak.
Kid: Daaaad, what did you get me?
Parent: Sweetie, I got you nothing but…..
- socks. (I would start singing that MLP classic “Nothing Says Christmas Like a Pair of Socks“)
- pink fluffy unicorns (for boys).
- shoes (for girls). (She’s young, and doesn’t appreciate the value of a perfect pair of boots under a Christmas tree...)
- a wolf.
And, that’s what life is like in our house. I’m so proud.