What I (Matt, age 12, now not-so-littlun) wanted for my birthday:
1. A puppy. It's a given, isn't it, they always want a puppy. They've no interest in scooping the poop or walking in the dark early mornings, but still they want one.
2. A baby *eek* His friend across the road became an uncle recently and we've been able to rib him mercilessly about the cooing and the sheer awe in which he holds baby Evie. When he's holding her; it's worn off a bit now.
3. An alien. He watched Paul. 'Nuff said.
(Thankfully, he settled for an iPod)