Godfather duties
So, my godson's fifth birthday is today, and I had his gifts shipped directly to his house from amazon. This evening I got a call from his mother:
Me: Hello?
K: When I woke up this morning, I thought, What my son really needs is a gross of ping-pong balls, a half-gross of little plastic dinosaurs, and a catapult. . . . I thought we treated you better than that!
Mischief managed.