This week Little Dude had his second to last treatment — only one more to go in late April! Aside from yelling a “hallelujah” from the rooftops, we feel we need to commemorate the occasion with a gift (or two or three…) for Little Dude. When I first discussed this with him a few months ago, his answer was simple and immediate:
Of course that made sense. He’d spend hours on my phone at the hospital and all the nurses just assumed it was his. When he said he wanted one, my first instinct was to say “no” because his brothers didn’t get their phones until 5th grade as a graduation gift before entering middle school. But, I rationalized quickly.
He’s a 3rd child – they do everything earlier.
He deserves it after this past year.
He’s responsible and mostly uses it to play games anyway.
Within minutes I convinced myself that the iPhone would be the perfect end-of-treatment gift for him. I thought we had it all settled until one day one of the nurses overheard our discussion about this and told him to wait for the iPhone 6 to come out later this summer. That got his brain churning for other gift ideas while he waited for the new iPhone, which he’d be happy to delay receiving until 5th grade.
A few days later he came to me with this mischievous grin and told me he knew what he wanted for his end-of-treatment gift. I knew what it was before he even opened his mouth.
Yes, I know I need to explain what COINS are and if I could, I would. You see, Little Dude is obsessed with FIFA Soccer on the Xbox and the coins have something to do with that. Exactly what, I’m not sure, but I think it relates to buying points for certain players or maybe putting them in a new soccer outfit.
Clearly, I should pay better attention to these video games. The only thing I’m quite sure of is that buying coins for FIFA soccer is the equivalent of flushing money down the toilet. We’ve bought these things a few times before, as Little Dude has convinced us that it’s ONLY $19.99 for 10,000 coins or some other ridiculous amount. After the most recent purchase, I put my foot down and said, “no more!”
You see, what Little Dude neglected to tell me initially is that he can actually EARN these coins if he plays the game long enough. In defense, he has complained that that would take far too long for his impatient 10-year old self.
The smart Dude knew that if he asked for coins as his end-of-treatment gift, I couldn’t possibly say no. And guess how many he wants?
1 million coins.
I have no idea what that gets him on FIFA, but he’s drooling at the prospect of having that many coins. Guess I’ll be flushing $100 away a month from now. I’m wondering if it’s too late to dangle an iPhone in front of him to lure him out of this madness. I tried to convince him to reconsider, to request a gift that would be memorable and lasting.
“Mom, I already met Lebron James. You can’t really give me anything else that would be better than that.”