DJ: I've been Christmas shopping.
Me: Yay! I love Christmas shopping!
DJ: I need you to tell me what you want.
Me: Why?
DJ: Because I have everyone else finished and you never say what you want.
Me: That's because I don't want anything.
DJ: Mom, that's not fair.
Me: I really, truly don't.
DJ: Mom!
Me: A date with your dad?
DJ: You know I can't give you that.
Me: A date with you?
DJ: We do that all the time.
Me: I love new running shoes.
DJ: Which you don't allow anyone to buy for you and I'm not doing a gift card because you never use them. They just sit on your dresser until Tabitha steals them.
Me: Blue eyes?
DJ: Mom! I'm being serious!
Me: Me, too. I'd love blue eyes. Everyone I know and love has them. I'm stuck with stupid brown ones.
DJ: Uh...Tabitha, Adam, and Dad don't have blue eyes.
Me: Oh. That's right. I forgot. But yours are blue.
DJ: Are you going to tell me or not?
Me: Well, all I really want is a flip top contact lens case. I can't find them in the stores anymore and I want to scream at the screw on ones.
DJ (sighing): You're not going to tell me, are you?
Me: I just did. I really, truly want a flip top contact lens case...or roses.
DJ: You're impossible, Mom.
Me: Just don't get me ice cream--I hate ice cream.
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How can you hate ice cream? And also, your kids are awesome. And also, I'm sad I didn't get to meet you this visit. We'll have to get together some time. Maybe around Xmas?
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