We're gearing up for two birthday parties, back to back. Will's birthday is in April followed by Joseph's in May. The invites for Will's party are in the mail.
I was going to put "no presents please" on the invite but my inner dialogue sounds more like ...
No presents please. No really, he's got plenty. Just by being born in America, he's got more in his book bag than some children will have in a lifetime. And we don't need more stuff. Have you seen my house? It is crammed full of
stuff crap. And hey, you just might not have the money to spare this month on a present for a classmate. We understand that. Keep your money. But hey, if you've known Will all his life, then yeah you might want to get him a present just because you think he's a great kid. I get that. I think your kid is great too and I want to get him/her a present. And just like that, we're all back to buying presents.
In the end, I forgot to put "no presents please" and in asking the question — do I go back and fix that? — Chris' reply was "everyone loves presents."
Yes, yes we do.
Now I'm off to make two dozen superhero capes as party favors ...