It's not (book) fair!

When I received my first "invitation" to the book fair, my heart melted. Jordan was in kindergarten, and worked so hard to write down his five favorite books in his best handwriting. He wrote me a letter that he would love for me to join him for lunch, and look at his book selections after. ME? Invited to lunch? I was honored. So, off I went to spend the afternoon with my little guy. With credit card in hand, I purchased all of his books. Fast forward to today - and 8 book fairs later. Now, I just take a deep breath, and prepare myself for the inevitable argument. At dinner, Aaron and I explained that we didn't get books from the book fair all the time. I remember getting a dictionary one year, but that was about it. To that, he informed us that we lived in the "19's", and this is the "2,000's." Surely, we were incapable of understanding his plight. And so this year, I'll probably let him get a book or two - after all, it's only fair - or whatever the kids of the "2,000's" are saying now.