So, since the sibling-offspring are still too young to read this blog, I can reveal here first that Auntie Santa is going to be packing watches for at least two of the three of them.
Now, I haven't always stuck to my values when purchasing a gift for the kids. I bought A.J. his first GameBoy when he was 3 -- an original (and used) model from eBay. And Kayla can wile away the hours playing Barbie Real Estate Investor because I contributed one of the two hot-pink mega-mansions when she turned 4. But I always debate whether I should yield to the silly commericalization of their society and purchase gender-specific, Disney-fied versions of whatever they're asking for. Then again, the Mickey Mouse watch is classic ...
As I began my quest the 21st century way (with a Google search) I discovered this article about the difficulties of selecting a wristwatch for an Indian child.
" ... please ensure that you are updated with the life of your young one to ensure that when you are out shopping for them, you have it right. You don't want them to sulk away and wish that they had another set of parents."
Just for purchasing an out-of-style watch?!
My own parents and relatives always seemed pretty quick to give small children watches --- sometimes even before the kid had a firm understanding of the passage of time. I always figured watches, like umbrellas, were status symbols in the old country. And the 'rents believed ripping the paper off a present was the most fun of all. The two concepts had merged in one package I opened as a four-year-old, only to discover that Kris Kringle had brought me vitamins, toothpaste and a purse-sized bumbershoot. If that's not proof that the Red Man is a lie, I don't know what is.
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