And since there's no way to transition from that to kvetching about my week, or extolling the joys of making 400 cookies last weekend, I'll just toss out a snippet, so maybe Gigi will smile.
The boy, yesterday morning: Maybe when we have more money we can get one of those big cars that play movies?
Me: You mean a minivan with a DVD player? (me, silently gagging)
Him: Yes! So I can watch Home Alone when we drive. Or maybe just Spongebob on shorter trips.
Me: Probably not, honey (It is critical for your emotional and social development to stare out the window and
be bored out of your minddaydream, just like I did as a child. Besides, listening to Spongebob while driving will drive your mommy completely insane.)
The boy, last night: You know what would be cool?
Him: If our house had one of those giant balls with lights that sparkle and it could spin around on our roof.
Me: You mean a giant disco ball? On our roof?
Him: Yes, that!
Me: That is an excellent idea, buddy (And WAY more likely to happen than the minivan with DVD).