Driving Togers to school this morning we started joking around about what he wanted for Christmas. I told him all he was getting was a pack of gum. Cheapest. Christmas. Ever. I then joked about how some kid in his class would get a plasma tv for his room, complete with surround sound, all three video game consoles, and a Ferrari, even though they're only twelve. Then he could say, "Oh yeah? Well check out this pack of gum! It's spearmint!"
Togers then told me that there is a kid in his class who has a Ferrari, and it's his own, not his parents'.
Did I mention that they're only twelve?
I've failed as a parent.
The last thing I told him when he got out of the car: "Have a good day. Go make friends with [Ferrari Kid]."