The Boy was my late reader, but he’s made up for it quite shockingly well, and these days, we usually do the “nearly at the end of the chapter” chore-bargaining I remember so well from my own childhood.
He’s also figured out that his darling mother is a bit of a sucker for big, lash-fringed blue eyes (now eye-to-eye with my own not-so-lash-fringed-even-though-the-mascara-tube-promised-sooooo-much blue eyes) and an ever-deepening, “Oh, Mother? May I please buy this lovely hardcover book I’ve been dying to read?”
Since he’s just turned 13, and I was away for his actual natal anniversary, I’ve been looking for just the right gift, and finally found it when he mentioned a soon-to-release continuation of one of his favorite series. So, this conversation just happened:
Me: Darling Boy–happy birthday.
The Boy: Ummmm… that was a few weeks back, Mom.
Me: Remember that book you wanted?
The Boy (hesitantly): Yeeeesssssss……?
Me: It will ship on May 1.
The Boy: But that book is like, $20 brand new! Shouldn’t we wait and get it used?
(I really kind of adore this kid.)
Me: There was a pre-publication special. It was $11.50.
The Boy: That’s a pretty good discount!
Me: And I had 11.33 in book points saved up. So, with shipping, I love you $4.06 worth.
The Boy (with furrowed brow, but a merry twinkle in those baby blues): Four bucks of love? That’s not very much, Mom.
Me: Yeah, but that’s close to $25 worth of love, retail.