A week before Christmas my 16 year old, Brian, began dropping hints.
"You're gonna love your present from me this year."
"What? No last minute shopping?", was my sarcastic response.
"It's not a material gift."
'Then it would be a spiritual gift?" I said, with just a slight smirk.
Christmas morning, Brian asked me to bring down my laptop.
"This", he announced "is from me and the rest of my friends who have no jobs."
He was right. I really DID love it
(BTW - Brian, AKA Young B, is the kid in the grey hooded jacket)