I love giving 'warm' gifts. Throws. Blankets. Those kinds of things. These, when I saw them, just fit the bill. Roots makes really fine clothes and when I felt the sweats, the first thing I thought was 'ummm, warm.' They were in my shopping bag in an instant. I just loved imagining the girls getting in them and feeling all warm and snugly. When they arrived for the weekend, it was cold out. Really COLD. The air was doing that magical thing where the coldness seems to snap and spark in front of your eyes.
I knew that they had to have their sweats, then and there.
It's COLD out.
Kids need to be warm.
After they were wearing them, curled up together in our big chair and deep into watching Arthur Christmas on DVD, I was joking with Mike and Joe about my inability to hold back on things like this. It really could have waited to Christmas. I said, "I really have a problem with waiting to give the girls some of their gifts."
A voice came from Ruby, eyes still glued to the television, "I don't think that's a problem at all."
So I guess, everything, our personal idiosyncrasies and peccadilloes included, are all a matter of perspective.