However, this little sniff/laugh thingy I did was apparently the worst possible insult I could have ever given to the boy because what followed was a 15-20 minute crying, sobbing, desperately unhappy meltdown, simply because I laughed at his request for a Crayola Spin Magic instead of taking his needs as seriously as they should be taken. I was a bad mom. Very very bad. I'm not kidding about the length and volume and desperation of the meltdown, either, hubs can back me up when he gets here and reads this. The meltdown ended by me promising with all my heart that the next time the commercial for Crayola Spin Magic comes on, I will take his concerns very very seriously and not laugh.
So, guess what just happened a minute ago? Oh, yeah, man, another commercial for Crayola Spin Magic. I was in the other room and didn't even hear it, but he comes running in, all ready to test me, and says "MAMA I WANT A CRAYOLA SPIN MAGIC!!!" to which I calmly reply "okay, maybe we'll get you one for Christmas." (He doesn't know this but we're Jewish. HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!) This was, apparently, the acceptable answer and he turned around and left the room. WIN!
Anyway, I guess now I know what to buy him for the Annual Non-Denominational Holiday Gift Exchange that we have around the 25th of every December. I should figure out exactly what a Crayola Spin Magic is.