Later at a basketball game with his family I said to him, "I hear you want some new underwear for your birthday". Immediately his head started shaking, "no, no, no" and I said, "Well that will be nice. It will be something that you can use." When it came time for his birthday, the tractor was in the bottom of a sack and I had stapled the top shut and headed to Garnett to celebrate the birthday. I made sure it didn't look heavy when I carried it in and set it in the middle of the floor. I said, "Well, I hope I got the right kind of underwear for you." Once again he made it clear that was not what he really wanted. When he opened the sack, I heard a squeal of excitement. The next thing we knew he was making a circle through the house playing with his newly acquired John Deere tractor.
The rest of us all agreed that the underwear can wait.
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