To cleanse the palate after relentless medical related updates, I offer an amusing gift idea from Elias (a very mature age 3). We were driving along as per usual and Elias was imagining all sorts of remote-controlled devices her would have one day. Like a remote controlled sign (?), window, fence, gate, really anything that he saw at the moment while thinking about remote controls. And on like that until:
Elias: How about remote controlled poop?
Me: um…. well…. what would it do?
Elias [brightly]: Oh, it talks!
Me [picturing this]: …. okaaaay. What does it say?
Elias [robot voice]: It says, "I. AM. A. ROBOT."
Me: well, that would be pretty strange…
Elias: Can we get this strange thing for Isaac? Can we? Please? Please? Can we?
Me: uhhhh…. hm. Well, I'm not sure Isaac wants that. And I don't think the stores have it.
Elias: PPLEEEEEEEAS???
Me: Okay, IF we find a store that sells remote controlled talking poop that says "I am a robot," then, YES, we can buy it for Isaac.
Elias: YYYYAAAAAY! Thanks Mom!