For his birthday, I bought him The Magic Bullet because, in his own words, “I’ve wanted one my whole life!!!!!!!” Seriously? Why didn’t you just buy one? Anyway, the gift = SUCCESS.
For Christmas, Grandma Tanner got him The Pasta Boat:
Says Ryan the other day, after using the pasta boat for the trillionth time:
“I freaking love my pasta boat. It never fails. Every time. It sits up there all day. It never fails–perfect pasta every time. I love everything about it. I want to write a letter and say, this is the perfect pasta. I love your product.”
Is he not so easy to love or what?