Happy Birthday to my oldest nephew!
He is 7 today!
You may recall the gift my niece got on her birthday not too long ago. Shortly after, I started getting subtle hints that a similar gift would be much appreciated for someone else's upcoming birthday. Notes were taken and supplies gathered. Said gift was delivered yesterday:
I was a little more stealthy on this attempt. Mom McGillicutty supplied the little yellow triangle patches. They are remnants of my brother's years in cub scouts. The red patch is the symbol of the rebel forces from Star Wars. The third is a Marine Corps rank insignia - private first class.
I also sent along a companion gift. My nephew has been obsessed with farts and poop lately. I decided to embrace his 7-year old boy tendencies and buy him the mother of all awesome birthday gifts:
Yup. I bought him a fart machine. My favorite tag lines from the box are:
The gift was also accompanied by a fart whistle and some fake poop slipped strategically in the sweatshirt pocket. Good times. I got several phone calls yesterday that consisted mostly of fart noises, shrieks and giggles. Oh, to be 7 again...
I was a little more stealthy on this attempt. Mom McGillicutty supplied the little yellow triangle patches. They are remnants of my brother's years in cub scouts. The red patch is the symbol of the rebel forces from Star Wars. The third is a Marine Corps rank insignia - private first class.
I also sent along a companion gift. My nephew has been obsessed with farts and poop lately. I decided to embrace his 7-year old boy tendencies and buy him the mother of all awesome birthday gifts:
Yup. I bought him a fart machine. My favorite tag lines from the box are:
"NEW Boom Box Technology"
I thought boom box technology was new in the 80's?
"CAUTION: You may die laughing!"
While I'm sure that no one died yesterday, I'm am sure that people went to bed with stomachs aching from laughter.
I thought boom box technology was new in the 80's?
"CAUTION: You may die laughing!"
While I'm sure that no one died yesterday, I'm am sure that people went to bed with stomachs aching from laughter.
The gift was also accompanied by a fart whistle and some fake poop slipped strategically in the sweatshirt pocket. Good times. I got several phone calls yesterday that consisted mostly of fart noises, shrieks and giggles. Oh, to be 7 again...
5 comments:
The 7 year old boy in me is giggling. The parent in me is ready to smack you silly.
Clearly this is a great gift. To delight a child ... tis good stuff. Well done!
7 years old? My husband is 32 and would find your gift to be hysterical!
Dad McGillicutty thought this was fantastic. He got a "farty" Happy Birthday from Ewan yesterday. Haddy's Mom
As the mom of the 7 year old, I'm thinking that femiknitmafia should be laying the smackdown on Aunt Haddy any time now :)
just kidding (sort of). the gift is very much loved! and so is the Aunt and Uncle who sent it!
Just what every boy needs ... a fart machine! [Like they can't produce any themselves, hehe]
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