Last year Jimmy got me a sonic screwdriver for my birthday. This year he got me a geological (not medical) tricorder. Next year, I hope he gets me time travel.

Time to do ALL THE PRETEND FUTURE SCIENCE! 

And in the middle of the chaos tonight Jimmy gave me my birthday present saying, “I realized after I bought it that this is the Third Doctor’s screwdriver and that this gift is probably the equivalent of getting your daughter the wrong barbie or something, so I got you the receipt too. Happy birthday!” Definitely made this crazy night of plane adventures better. Although I will definitely be returning it to get Eleven’s instead. =P