Chanukah Gifts - An Assessment

The boys did good this year. They made kick-ass dreidels for house decorations and gave a chunk of change to St. Jude's Hospital. (Sorry, ACLU, maybe next year.)

They stocked up on ice skates, hockey lessons, gift cards I will use to purchase Chinese and Chess lessons in the form of computer games, maps, Rubik's cubes (that their daddy keeps solving - showoff), a ton of long underwear and socks.

Not to mention PSPs for long car trips.

To the store.

So Mommy can hear herself think.

Then someone, an aunt, I believe, got them Guitar Hero 3.

Nonsense, I tell you. Nonsense.

I try to turn them toward Heart.

"Oh look," I say, "let's hear some Cream or maybe Black Sabbath?"

Hours later, I have to stop eating organic, vegetarian meatloaf long enough to explain that "Suck My Kiss" and "Talk Dirty to Me" aren't appropriate for the dinner table.

They are my children, after all.