I was getting a haircut at the local budget salon a few months back when my 9-year-old son – who had just received his own trim – started growing restless.
“Dad, can I have your phone?”
Normally the answer is “no,” but his choice of magazines in the waiting area was too adult-oriented, and, besides, there are a few educational apps on my phone that he enjoys.
The rest of our trip to the salon was uneventful – he kindly grabbed a few suckers for his siblings and we ate a snack on the way home — but later that evening, after he went to bed, I discovered an unwelcome surprise in my email.
“Thank-you for shopping with us!” the email, from Amazon.com, read. “We’ll send a confirmation when your item ships.”
Umm, what item?
The LEGO Star Wars Millennium Falcon, of course. The expensive one with 1,329 pieces, ready to assemble. The one with Rey, Finn, Han Solo and Chewbacca. Even BB-8!
I didn’t share Amazon’s excitement, though, and I hadn’t ordered any LEGO toys. Continue reading