For months The Rock Star has been begging for a Pillow Pet for his birthday. It has to be a dolphin and it's the only thing he's really asked for. Whenever he says he wants something else for his birthday I say, "More than a Pillow Pet?" He always answers with, "No. I really want a Pillow Pet." Aside from his play set, which we ended up spending very little of our own money on, he's getting five presents from us. Three of them he'll open just before we leave for Tahoe. A kiddie fishing pole, tiny tackle box, and a mask and snorkel set. The other two he'll open when we get back from Tahoe. A few pairs of new underwear and the beloved Pillow Pet. Whenever the Pillow Pet commercial comes on he begs me for one. Today was no exception.
G: I want a Pillow Pet for my birthday.
Me: Put it on your list.
G: It's the only thing I really want!
Me: Okay, well you don't get everything you want. Put it on your list and we'll see when we get home from Tahoe.
G: I want the dolphin one!
Me: I know.
G: (after much of the commercial has played) Mom! They are even machine washable!
And he said the last part as though this is the major selling point for him.