14 Aug 2013 1 Comment
Henry has been spending much of his time lately designing an elaborate locking system whose sole purpose is to prevent me from coming in to his room at night to give him stealth kisses while he sleeps. He showed me his plans the other day. So far it involves a Rubik’s Cube, a Knex motor, a Lego NXT, and a grid-looking thing that I can’t remember the specifics of. Henry doesn’t have a Lego NXT, but he says he’s very hopeful he’ll get one this Christmas. Yesterday while we were all sitting on the porch, Dave decided to look up the NXT to see what exactly it is, and what it is, exactly, is extremely expensive. Like $399 worth of expensive. I nearly spit out my Schweppes Black Cherry Seltzer Water when I heard the price. I told Henry there’s no way we were getting that for him, to which he responded “It’s okay. I’m asking Santa for it.” What follows is Henry’s part of the conversation that he and I had regarding NXT’s and Santa:
“Does Santa really have a $50 limit?”
“Why can’t he just make it himself?”
“What does “copyright” mean?”
“If he has to buy some of the toys he gives, where’s he getting his money from?”
“What’s a financial advisor?”
Ahhh, the rabbit hole was deep and dark yesterday evening.