It's that time of year again, my dad's birthday. Last year I had a new baby as an excuse for failing at finding the perfect gift, so I wrote a wrapped a blog post in a shiny hat and called it a day.
Shopping is a bit difficult when the recipient is that guy who needs nothing and buys himself that book/album/computer/car whenever the mood strikes. Every holiday, anniversary and birthday is a stressful season as my we brainstorm gift ideas for weeks and months to choose the perfect present. Keeping the final decision a secret is of utmost importance so that particular guy doesn't go and buy it for himself.
Once upon a time, my mom, Mary and I went on a super stealth shopping trip. We were going to buy my dad a bike. It was pretty exciting for a seven-year-old and a three-year-old to be shopping for a grown-up bike. We spent all night at the store asking the salesmen questions. My mom selected just the right one and gave us a speech about keeping such a special gift a secret.
When we got home, my dad was peppering us with questions about our shopping excursion. Who, what, when, where, why. "Did you buy me a present?" I said, "I'm not supposed to tell." Mary leaned over and whispered to my dad, "Shh, don't tell, we bought you a bike!" Because, of course she did.