He makes this request as we stand outside in t-shirts, shorts and flip flops. It's 79 degrees, and only a thin veil of clouds holds the 80+ temperatures at bay.
"We live in Florida..." I remind him. "It doesn't snow here. You wouldn't get very much use out of a snowboard."
"But it snows in Alabama!" he counters. "I'll just take it there to ride it."
Oh.
"And I want the kind with the button you push that makes it blast off up into the air!!!!!"
"Right.... yes, the turbo-rocket-propulsion-booster snowboard."
"Sure, mommy. Just make sure it's the one that goes ZOOOMMMM up the trees!" he sings as he scooters down the sidewalk.
"Hey, buddy. I have an idea," I call out after him. "Let's call your Baba and you can ask her to get that one for you for Christmas."
(I have a feeling that the navy blue sweater waiting under the tree is going to be a huge disappointment...)
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