My son, Jake, is turning 18 in a couple of weeks and I really need to find a gift. I’m stumped. I figured I’d go straight to the source and ask him what he wanted, rather than killing myself trying to find the perfect gift. His answer: “I dunno. A pool table?”
Yeah, that’s not happening.
So, I keep thinking about what to get him. What do 18 year old boys want? No, I’m not getting him a hooker. Or a stripper. Or a pool table. What does that leave?
He already has a computer, a laptop and a cell phone. He’s got a handheld game thing, I can’t remember what the hell it’s called, that plays music and does other stuff. Legally, he will now be old enough to drink here in Quebec, but he’s not a big drinker so booze is out.
I really want to get him something special, something meaningful because 18 is an important birthday. He is, officially, a man. He can vote. He can drink. He can no longer be tried as a minor. I can, legally,
kick his ass to the curb lovingly help him leave the nest.
So today I had to go to Bureau en Gros (Staples to all our American friends) for work, and while I was there waiting for my prints to be ready, I decided to look around and see if they didn’t just happen to have the perfect gift for an 18 year old. Yes, I am that desperate for gift ideas. But wouldn’t you know it, they had an entire section of gifts. And bonus, they are already wrapped!
Ah, screw it! I gave him life, do I really need to give him anything else?