Jill is seven today. That sounds really old to me. Very old. I can no longer pretend she is a baby. She is solidly in the middle of elementary school. In four days, she will be a second grader.
She was very excited for her birthday. She has been asking for a pink ipod for months. I convinced her the was no way in hell I was buying a seven year old an ipod. Hehehe. I already had bought it. And loaded it with every song and tv show she likes. Plus a few movies. Most of the time, she doesn't fall for my tricks, but the neighbors all started talking about how ridiculous it was that young children were given gifts like that. Obviously, their kids don't make 2 hour flights by themselves, four times a year, round trip. Or take their ipod out of their purse, and go off and listen to it....sitting quietly for the ONLY time that whole day. Or love music the way Jill does. Or actually take care of their possessions. Anyway, she was convinced she would not get it. She gave me a list of other acceptable gifts that I immediately handed over to my mom, sister, and Kenny's mom.
This morning, we woke her up with her gift. The new ipods are smaller than the one I have (the video classic) so she was still thrown off by the size of the box. She shook it. She tested the weight. She made a few guesses. "A rock?" We laughed. She opened it. She looked at us in shock. She jumped up and down. She squealed. Hell, even if she never uses it, it was worth that moment.