

Mere weeks after Christmas, when my 11-year-old had, in his words, "done exceedingly well" in the gift department, I noticed that he had started on his birthday wish list — meticulously written and strategically stuck on the fridge door. Impossible to miss.
This wouldn't be so alarming if it weren't for the fact that his birthday is more than seven months away. His proactiveness was akin to hot cross buns being available on Boxing Day. Reading his list, I frowned and muttered to myself, "Do you think money grows on trees?".