Now I’ve grown up I’ve realised kids won’t recall what toys Santa gave them – so don’t bankrupt yourselves
Halloween is over, so it is now time to start thinking about what stupidly expensive presents yout little mites will be given on Christmas morning
IT WAS Halloween this week, which meant every parent in the land was forced to dress their children up in idiotic costumes and stand around in the cold while they ran about annoying the neighbours.
And with that out of the way, it is now time to start thinking about what stupidly expensive presents the little mites will be given on Christmas morning.
A new carbon-fibre bicycle, perhaps. Or a three-quarter sized working model of a MiG-29 fighter jet.
Before then of course, there will be the school nativity play, which you will be expected to attend even if you are in charge of the peace process in Syria and have late-stage diphtheria.
I spoke to one woman this week who said she’d had a letter from her kids’ school, saying: “We note from our records that you haven’t taken your children skiing for FIVE years.”
And it made her so guilty, she’s actually booked a holiday to the Alps with them next half-term
These days, we have got it into our heads that children are incapable of actually staying alive unless we keep them occupied literally every second of the day.
We imagine that if we leave children for a second while we have a cup of coffee, they will grow up to be glue-sniffers and murderers.
So when we are on holiday, it’s like a military campaign.
We imagine that if we leave children for a second while we have a cup of coffee, they will grow up to be glue-sniffers and murderers.
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“Right, we will go to the water park from nine till ten and then we will play Frisbee on the beach until lunch and then in the afternoon we will swim with the dolphins, have a water-ski lesson, build a sandcastle bigger than the Pyramids, learn how to speak Greek, play four sets of tennis, get a Padi licence and buy some toys.”
And why? Because think about it, how much of your childhood can you actually remember?
Me, I remember peeling a hard-boiled egg when I was two and then it’s a blank until I was ten and I went for a walk with my neighbours, Lynn and Jane, and we sang In The Summertime, by Mungo Jerry.
Holidays? I know from family photographs that we always went to Cornwall and I have a dim memory of a waitress falling off a motorbike in a pub car park. And er . . . that’s it.
It breaks my heart to think how much effort my mum and dad must have put into my Christmas presents every year and I can’t remember what any of them were.
Nor can I recall any family trips, birthday parties or much of anything at all.
It’ll be the same thing with your kids. You’ll have worn yourselves out and emptied the bank account to keep them busy and happy, and 30 years from now, when they have kids of their own, it’ll all just be a big grey fog in their heads.
That’s why I’ve filled an album with Photoshopped pictures of my kids in all sorts of exotic locations around the world.
When I’m dead, they’ll find it and imagine that I gave them the best childhood imaginable.
Clever, eh?
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