|Move along, jolly man... no need for presents here...|
"Mom, what I play with?"
"Mom, I wanna do somethin" What, my darling, darling son? "I dunno. Sumpin'"
"Mom, what you play with me?"
And on and on and on...
He sincerely loves his new presents, but for somebody who only gets true gifts one month a year, it's a lot to take in. He'll probably get into the groove either a) right before they all break or b) next November. One of the two. I understand why the people who love us want to give him gifts, so I don't discourage the practice, I just grin (cringe) and bear it.
My princess has been amazingly patient through all of brother's gift openings. On Nathaniel's actual birthday, I got her out of bed and told her it was brother's birthday. She looked at me and said in the sweetest voice possible, "Me too?"
I assured her that it would be her birthday soon.
She was a model little sister at his party and he gladly let her play with (most) of his new toys.
But if in a few years I have TWO greedy Guses I may take a page from Nana's book and start threatening to shoot Santa.