When I was about 5, I wanted an Easy bake oven for Christmas. I wanted one bad.
I didn’t get it.
Now I am not sure why I didn’t get it, most likely I also wanted a bike or something equally as expensive and only got one of the things I asked for. We weren’t made of money, and I wasn’t spoiled to the point of always getting what I wanted.
I am thankful for that, firstly because it is a good life lesson to know you can’t always get what you want (or ALL the things you want) and secondly, because I wouldn’t have had as good of a story if I had been given one, right?
I survived it, I bake enough now to make up for it.
When my youngest son was about 5 years old, my family (well my Dad and Adam) were going through a little phase at Christmas time of giving each other gag gifts. Each year the gifts got more outrageous and complex, I think we started out with my Dad giving Adam my Grandma’s old bras (she had had a mastectomy so it was full figured instantly) and knickers, to Adam giving my Dad 30 Potato peelers because he was complaining about the fact that ours sucked.
Somehow, Colton the poor unsuspecting child got sucked into the vortex that was the adult male world in his life. I think maybe he had helped Adam with the collection of the peelers, I am not sure exactly, more likely was the fact that he probably belly laughed when Poppa opened the peelers…
But he was next years victim.
It was a Christmas to remember, we all laugh about it every year. Colton on the other hand, still doesn’t think it is funny (or the fact that I am now blogging about it).
We always have a Santa on Christmas morning, we used to just take turns, or someone would volunteer to hand out the presents. I am sure it was either Adam or my Dad that year, and I am equally sure they were in Cahoots, even if they both denied it.
All was going well, paper being strewn everywhere with the usual melee that was our Christmas morning when the boys were little. It has always been a rule that one person at a time opens a present and everyone waits with anticipation to see what that person got.
Colton’s turn came, none of us expected what was to come, well except the two suspects, I am sure they were ready for it…
He opened the present with the look of excitement that 5 year olds get just before the paper comes off, and then suddenly like a rocket, there was a Barbie flying across the room and and irate 5 year old saying he didn’t want a stupid old Barbie…
Try not to laugh, I dare you.
Good luck with that. Which I am sure made it all worse to a 5 year old with an obvious hate for Barbie.
We were all falling on the floor laughing, his reaction could not have been more perfect, even if we had known what was going on.
He sat with his arms crossed, infuriated that his Poppa would even THINK that it was in any way funny, but seriously. It was.
Fast forward the next year, I honestly can’t remember what Colton’s payback was to his Poppa that year, but Poppa’s games continued.
Colton opens his present, it is in a big box and you can obviously see the kid is excited for whatever is in the box. I no longer trust my father to be on the up and up with the present giving at this point, and I know he is up to no good. I am pretty much bang on.
Only this time. It backfires.
You see, my youngest son has an unbelievable sweet tooth for anything that starts with Cake.
My Dad, not thinking very clearly obviously…bought him an Easy Bake Oven.
Colton is thrilled. I kid you not, he can’t believe his luck, he can make cake…ANY TIME HE WANTS TO!!! He doesn’t give a shit that the oven is pink, or that it is supposed to be for girls…HE CAN MAKE CAKE!!!
I randomly mention to my Mom, that I always wanted an Easy Bake Oven…I am pretty sure she told me to get over it…
I totally am, ok??? Or at least I thought I was until today, when the news came on and they showed the new model, the model that doesn’t have a lightbulb anymore, and it’s purple, we all know I love purple…
So if you all want to take up a collection, I still want that Easy Bake Oven for Christmas, if it helps, it’s my birthday too, and this one time only I would forgive you if you mixed the two presents together…
The only problem will be keeping my kid away from it, he still really likes cake…
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