When I was 9 years old..."SANTA" brought me a rocket! It was about 12 inches long and sat on a spring loaded launch platform. It was supposed to go about 100 feet into the air, and then parachute to the ground. My only instruction on its use was, "Don't Use It In The House." Well...the rocket ended up lodged deeply into the ceiling of my bedroom on Christmas night...never even made it outside into the clean air of suburban Long Beach.
When my dad was four years old, he went Christmas shopping with my grandpa to get something for my grandma. It turns out that he could not contain his excitement for getting his mother something so when they got home he burst out saying "MOMMY! MOMMY! WE GOT YOU PURPLE SLIPPERS!!!!". Nowadays we use the term "Purple Slippers" to refer to a spoiled surprise (typically a present).
Awesome! Hope that you are well Matthew...we have missed seeing you. Have a very Merry Christmas brother!