When Tate was hospitalized last fall for his appendix, he got a nine-day stay on the Peds floor. He had many visitors and many much-appreciated gifts. This time we were in and out a lot quicker. He felt so rotten the first day he wouldn't have wanted visitors, and the second day we were on our way home.
But as he climbed into the van to head home he turned his big eyes on Gramma Grasshopper and me, and said, "Sooooo... what's going to be my reward for this ordeal I've been through?"
And wouldn't you know, he had something in mind.
Many of these he already owned, but he had his eye on a special Alamo set, from here. We ordered the "Mexicans and Texicans", as he calls them, and the special set with Davy Crockett, Jim Bowie, Santa Anna, and a couple others.
He had put a lot of thought into what he wanted. He knows we're going to be studying the Alamo in history, but there was more. "Because, you know Mom, Mexico's uniforms look a lot like French uniforms." Ahh, they're multi-purpose! He's always working the angles, that kid, and he knows I'm all about practical.
From the minute my fingers left the computer keys, he was calculating when they would arrive and watching for the mailman.
And here we have Santa Anna, standing in for Napoleon.
And there was much rejoicing.