The Christmas wish-list of a 6-year-old boy
I try to bring my children up not to be materialistic.
Yes, in Dubai.
We do public beaches and pools, not malls. But still, the materialism permeates like soggy rain: the children want things their friends have. They want things they see on TV.
(I’m a child of wartime parents. My children don’t often get what they want.)
So DS today writes a Christmas wish list.
‘There’s only six things on it,’ he tells me.
I read the list:
Guinness Book of World Records – 2016.
Guinness Book of World Records – 2015 (why?).
Lego City Police sets (‘But DS, you have the police station?’ ‘I know, but there’s loads more I could still get!’)
Laptop (he is six).
Phone (I repeat: he is six).
Now it’s at this point that I start to get embarrassed, for I am the mum who Googled ‘toymaker’; only to realise two minutes later that there is no such thing. It is not something he’s seen on Disney Channel. It’s not something he’s seen on the ads on Channel 5; it’s something out of his imagination.
‘If I get that, Mummy, I’ll be able to make every toy I ever want and never ask you for anything again,’ he says. ‘Please?’
‘Sure,’ I say. ‘Just tell me where to buy it…’