Doesn't quite resonate.
The journey started out pretty well. I told Niall that we were going to pick out a present for Jack, to which Niall immediately replied "TWUCK!" And I encouraged his enthusiasm for Jack's special day by saying "What a great idea- we'll get him a truck... you can pick it out!" This was very exciting to him.
But not quite as exciting as seeing this guy as we were walking down the steps:
|Looks like he may be in need of a diaper change there- don't judge me ;)|
And he was pretty much on board. He kept repeating "Jack's twuck!" What a great job Niall did, I thought.
Until we got home. Which was when Niall wanted to take Jack's truck out of the box and play with it. It's pretty much pure torture for this awesome fire truck to be sitting in front of him all night and he can't play with it.
So I decided to wrap it up and tell Niall that Jack would open it tomorrow. Which was even more torture. Now the fire truck that he couldn't take out of the box was covered in paper so that he couldn't even look at it. Good one, mommy.
Not a pretty evening. Am I going to go through this every time we have to go to a birthday party??
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