For weeks, he's been telling me how much he wants one. Every time he started this conversation, I transitioned into Stupid Dad.
Nick: "I really want a Nintendo DS for Christmas."
Me: "A Nintendo what?"
Nick: "A Nintendo DS?"
Nick: "No. DS."
Me: "A Sony DQ?"
Nick: " A NIN-TEN-DO D-S!"
Me: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Nick: "It's a handheld video game system."
Me: "They have those?"
Nick: "Sure. They have them at Target by the video games. They're in the second row near the bottom of the rack."
Me: "Did you say they have them at Rainbow?"
Nick: "No. TAR-GET."
Me: "And it's a Sony DX."
This went on 2-5 times per day for at least three weeks. I kid you not.
On the afternoon of Christmas Eve, Grandma Johnson asked Nick what he wanted for Christmas. He explained about the Nintendo DS, but he explained that he was pretty sure he wouldn't get one because Allison and I didn't understand what they were and we didn't know how to get one for him.
When it came time to open presents, the third present Nick opened was, low and behold, a Nintendo DS. He was just floored. I thought the Stupid Dad act was completely transparent, but I guess he bought it hook, line, and sinker. (That probably doesn't say good things about me, but I'll choose to believe that I'm just a great actor.)
Nick loves the DS and he was very grateful. It feels nice to hit one out of the park once in a while.