Let the record show that The Pony is an odd duck. No bones, ifs, ands, or buts about it. We know it. He knows it. Sometimes I think he revels in it.
Tonight he went off to a birthday party for a couple of His People. They are twins. I asked The Pony yesterday if he was taking a gift. No, he said. It was not required. Just a party to eat pizza and play games. I explained that even if a gift isn't REQUIRED, it's sometimes nice to take one. The Pony said he would ask around to see if anybody else was taking a gift. The next day he said they were not. Still, I told him that it would be a nice gesture.
"We don't have to take one. But I'll do what Curly is doing. I'll give them each ten dollars."
"Do you think that's appropriate?"
"Yeah. Curly is doing it."
So today I asked him if we needed to stop and get each birthday girl a card. No, he said. He didn't plan on giving them a card. Just ten dollars.
"You can't just walk in and hand each of them ten dollars!"
"Why not? That's what Curly is doing."
Farmer H decided he needed to get involved. "You go print one off the internet. I don't want you to look like a little geek."
Alas. Poor Farmer H. He knows The Pony not well. That's the best compliment The Pony could possible get. But The Pony stamped his feet a bit and looked up some stuff on the internet and printed them out. I told him to get a couple of colored paper clips from my dark basement lair and affix the ten dollars inside each card. So they didn't fall out, you see. Of course I envisioned a folded in half, then folded in half piece of paper, making a card that opens. But no.
The Pony got ready to leave. He carried in his cards to show me. "The girls will love these." He held out two pieces of 8.5 x 11 printer paper. With a picture and few words on the front of each, like a poster. So essentially, he will be handing them each a piece of printer paper and a ten dollar bill.
Unless he sells that idea to Hallmark.