We had a bit of extra money drop into the account this week, so it was decided, on the way home from work yesterday, to swing into the shop and pick up the Christmas layby. Yes, we had the kids with us, but that wouldn't be a worry-- the stuff you layby is always wrapped up in thick black plastic bags and is pretty damn unidentifiable.
Quick lesson: if you've forgotten that you've bought your daughter a hula-hoop, she's gonna notice when they bring it out. Unwrapped.
So we apologise to Erin, and ask her what she wants to do-- would she like it now, or would she like to wait until her birthday, knowing that it will be one of her presents?
Before she can reply, we get this from Connor:
"I know! What if we cut her head open, pull her brain out and replace it with another brain so that she doesn't remember?"
His sister's reply? "Ummmmm, I think I'll wait."
Connor. The problem solving animal.