The Tao of Paul

I suppose it’s a good problem if the only thing taxing your mind is what to get your kids for Christmas. I seem to always suffer from selective memory, forgetting all of the hard earned mistakes that I’ve made in the past like buying a train set for Maxwell when he was 2 only to find out he was much more interested in the bubble wrap sheet from the box of See’s Candies or buying Natalie a Play-Doh set only to have every color of the rainbow irrevocably stained into the carpet and the rest dried up and thrown away by the middle of January or the starter laptop that Aidan destroyed last year by ripping out all of the keys.

Paul and I instituted the $15 dollar rule this year. We’ll see how it goes. It was much easier than I imagined to get them some cool stuff under the price point we set. As usual, Paul is completely nonplussed. “If they don’t like what we got them, too freaking bad,” he said. I’m sure I’m fretting for nothing. Must remember to invoke the Tao of Paul.