What Quinn Needs. NEEDS.

Like many of you, I am deep into Christmas shopping for my children. And like many of your children, Quinn has been proactive in letting me know what he would like to find under the Christmas tree:

"What I need: massage chair, computer, iPad, more cats, personal videogame selection/all game systems, personal room, laptop, 100-inch flat screen plasma TV, $2000"

I enjoy that he titled the list “What I need.”

Should we discuss?

Massage chair: Later, when discussing his desire for the massage chair, he told us that he was going to sell one of our current chairs to make room for said massage chair. So, I guess what he really wants is a massage chair and whatever he can get off of Craigslist for our old one.

Computer: So he doesn’t have to share with his brothers, I assume.

iPad: So he doesn’t have to share with me, I assume.

More cats: Seriously, Quinn? We have a lot of cats. You can’t walk through our house without tripping over a kitten. Although I kind of really also want more cats too.

Personal videogame selection/all game systems: He could have just written “I want all the things.” Because he does.

Personal room: Something tells me that he is tired of sharing a room with Jack.

Laptop: Because the first computer isn’t enough?

100-inch flat screen, plasma TV: Mayhap to go in his personal room? I’m not entirely convinced that Alex didn’t ask him to put this on the list. I’m also not entirely sure that this item actually exists.

$2000: A billion dollars worth of gifts often doesn’t feel like quite enough. So, just to be sure, let’s tack on a couple grand to make the holiday really special.

I will tell you that even though his list is extremely extravagant, when he unexpectedly ran into Santa at a party we went to, all he asked for was cat toys. He is an inscrutable little boy—an inscrutable little boy who will definitely get some cat toys in his Christmas stocking.

Note: Quinn gave me permission to blog about his Christmas list. Feel free to send him massage chairs and bundles of money. Please do not mail him any cats.

12 thoughts on “What Quinn Needs. NEEDS.

  1. Ah yes, Quinn’s list almost matches the lists we’ve been given this year. In fact we’re in the middle of a major bedroom sort out in an attempt to achieve personal spaces for both boys. And so much technology. And money. No cats though.
    I miss the lists we used to get that said: “Please can I have anything, as long as it’s green.”

  2. I used to be extremely easy to shop for as a child, because I’d always asked for things tying in with my latest obsession. Anything with cats on it. Anything with pigs on it. Stamps. Rocks. Pencils or crayons, but only the ones that come in a huuuuuuge rainbow of colours. Sticker books. Stuffed toys. Those fonts that you can rub onto paper.

    Actually, come to think of it, those things still make me happy.

  3. Quinn reminds me of Lola, only she’s older, so she doesn’t ask for it all, and instead asks why things cost money (she knows why, she asks anyway). Also, she says Quinn didn’t ask for all the things. He didn’t ask for a pony.

  4. Tell Quinn that in the olden days, kids were lucky to get an orange in their Christmas stocking, which they would eat before they trudged off to work at the coal mine.

  5. I wonder if Santa would find Quinn’s list more endearing, and compelling, if it were handwritten with pictures of cats? Something for Jack and Sam to consider as they craft their own lists.
    Also, some of the list items might be like, ‘If I ask for three devices / computers, I might get one.’

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  7. See, I’m not like you. You are a kind, loving, considerate mother. I am a horrible, mean mom. I would probably mock these requests mercilessly.

    “Massage chair? If we got our own massage chair, then our trips to Wheaton Mall wouldn’t be special anymore.” [Seriously. That place has so many coin-op massage chairs that I expect the place to be shut down by the feds any day now.]

    “You want a computer *and* a laptop *and* an iPad *and* a ridiculously large plasma TV? Setting aside the fact that two of these requests are redundant, you know perfectly well that our house rule is that you cannot have access to more screens than you have eyes to stare at them. This means that you either have to pare the list down or ask Santa’s elves to graft more eyes onto your face. Trust me, you don’t want the second option. That’s how you end up stranded on the Island of Misfit Toys.”

    “Santa can’t make cash in his workshop. Avarice makes Santa feel bad. It’s a proven fact that children who demand cash for Christmas end up on the Naughty List faster than a rocket full of monkeys. Then you don’t get any presents *at all.* Are you sure you want to take that chance? Really?”

    I may tease my kids sometimes, but they laugh when I do it, so I hope I’m not traumatizing them. And I know that despite my teasing, I’m probably going to overindulge them over the holidays anyway. But they’re still not getting any cash.

  8. This is brilliant. Where do I send the cats, again..? Sorry, sorry…no cats in the post…how about adorable photos of other people’s cats..? Am more than willing to send what I have! Haha…

    My son is still at the stage of asking for things more along the lines of the Elemental Guardian Hero – he was banging on and on about something that was arriving in my ears as “Tuna Mudflaps”. I refused to image-search it for months, terrified of what I might find…turns out it did exist – Tuner, not Tuna…

    He asked me for my festive wish list once. I told him, ‘peace & quiet’. He got me earmuffs. I nearly (read: did) cry with overwhelmed joy and gratitude; the earmuffs are now a staple part of my life, enabling me to cope with all sorts of stressful environments that would have had me curling up into a foetal position otherwise. Wish I’d discovered them years ago!

    Good luck with your festive wish list…

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