6pm Christmas Eve, my four year old DS1 decided he absolutely HAD to have a Little Tykes Cosy Coupe car. It was "the only thing in the world" he wanted. Needless to say, he hadn't got one.
Cue quick phone call around all the friends I could think of to see if anyone had one they'd be willing to sell, and hallelujah! one did. He was the happiest little boy in the world - and I was the most relieved mummy in the world.
On the year the Nintento Wii was launched, it was absolute gold dust. Pre-ordered well in advance and still supplies seemed sparse. DS2 was desperate for one. His friend had got one for his birthday at the beginning of December, this was all DS2 had been talking about for months, since it's launch was announced.
I had ordered one, but all that had arrived was the nunchuck controller. I was so downhearted, thinking I was going to let him down for the first time ever.
It arrived the day before Christmas Eve, but I had primed DS2 that he may not get it (fortunately it was not a Father Christmas year) which he'd accepted. Come Christmas morning, I could see his face scanning the presents to see what looked the right size, and it wasn't there. He opened the nunchuck controller, and I apologised that he didn't have the Wii, but at least he could take the controller to his friend's house to play on his console. He was so brave, bless him (gosh, I feel horrible just typing this now - but bear with me!) but his bottom lip was definitely wobbling a bit.
Once all the gifts had been opened, I announced "right, that's it. Whilst I'm clearing up the wrapping paper etc, you kids go upstairs and bring me down your washing, and make sure you get the stuff out from under your beds".
It took about 20 seconds before the piercing scream came, accompanied by shouts of yes!! yes!! YESSSSSSSS !!!! when he found the present under his bed.
I think we spent most of Christmas Day playing bowling on the Wii. Best gift ever!! And got the best reaction!
Lack of public toilets in towns.
