Kit signed us up to anonymously provide Christmas presents for a young boy. A list of possibilities had been provided by a parent or guardian. Directions gave us a limit of $125. “He needs clothes the most,” Kit insisted as she made selections and put them in the shopping cart.

“This is a little boy at Christmas,” I returned. “Not a girl eager for the start of a new school year.” I then pushed the cart to the toys aisle. The possibilities list also mentioned monster trucks and dinosaurs. I selected a T-Rex and a battery operated monster truck.

“We’re over the limit,” said Kit.

“Put some clothes back,” I answered.

Eventually we compromised by deciding to cheat on the limit. Clothes shouldn’t count anyway. I told Kit to not wrap the clothes so he wouldn’t be disappointed opening them.