The other day Slice came home from a tournament in Preston, Idaho, a bit earlier than I expected. Liam was almost as excited to see him as I was. Then he said, "I brought you back some presents."
"Ooh, really?" I started thinking of the possibilities. Clothes? Jewelry?
"Yep. Look on the table first."
It was a giant cinnamon roll. Like, bigger than my head. "Now look out the back door."
A box of Brigham City peaches.(Guess I shouldn't have told him now my mom used to bribe me to babysit - with ravioli or shells & cheese.)
Two, coming back from the Park City Outlets:
"...So I was telling one of the other coaches, 'If I don't go shopping with her, she won't buy anything,' and he was like, 'Dude. Do you know how lucky you are?!' And I said, 'Yeah, but I want her to have nice things! If you want a purse, buy a purse! Don't make do or just buy what's on sale --'"
"You want me to have nice things - ?"
"Yes!" (Exasperated.) "What? What's so funny?"
"You are, dear. And you're exactly right. I only buy stuff because you want me to."