Right around Jackson's third birthday, he acquired the habit of saying, "I want that for my birfday!" He literally started saying it the day after his birthday. We gently broke the news that his next birthday was quite far away, but it didn't seem to matter. He has said it every day - even multiple times a day - since then.
This may sound like an annoying habit, but it has its benefits. For example, today Jackson and I were walking hurriedly through Memorial City Mall (Gap was having a sale!) when we saw a man selling remote control helicopters. Jackson was instantly sucked in and I sensed the beginnings of a little meltdown over his desire to have one. Curtis and Annabeth were waiting for us in the car and I was trying my best to keep walking. There were a few little whimpers and I knew people were going to stare when it fully erupted, but then Jackson calmed himself down and said, "I want that for my birfday, Mommy."
"Okay, baby, just remind me of that when your birthday comes."
And that was it. The hope of the birthday present is very powerful.
Now you will understand the warmth in my heart when I tell you that twice today I've heard my son say, "I want to get that for Mommy for Mother's Day."
Never mind that it was most recently during a commercial for Garnier Fructis shampoo. It's the thought that counts.