That's MY toy!
"Hey:- be careful with that. That's MY toy!" I told my four year old as he tapped the screen of my Nintendo DSi harder than I would have liked.
My sweet, angelic son came back with "No it's not. Moms don't have toys. You're too old for toys."
Really? My back was turned to him so he didn't see me pause at the audacity of his statement while picking up the childrens books strewn all over the floor in front of the bookshelf. Where do I begin? I wanted him to know that the toy he was playing with really is mine. Oh yeah . . . and that I'm not old.
Not that I ever in my wildest dreams expected to be sharing the same toy with a four year old. That seems to be what my world has come to, though. I partially ordered the pink iPhone cover just to build in a reminder that it's MINE and not my son's. Then there's the time I wait as the Wii balance board re-adjusts each time I use it to recalculate the sensitivity of the board accounting for the hundred pound difference between my son and me.
I think back to my childhood and about the only electronic toys I remember for kids were the Speak 'n Spell I used daily, or playing Atari at a friend's house. Somethings our parents rarely, if ever, touched for their own enjoyment. We were busy fighting over these things with our sisters and brothers, not our parents.
It's with this in mind that I set out to tackle Black Friday with our wish lists, and had to laugh at several items that we ALL had down: Beatles Rock Band and Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Winter Games being a few of them. Was this right? How did this happen that in our family - ranging from four to 36 years old - we all wanted the same items? I'm not complaining - it makes holiday shopping easy! I certainly don't mind shelling out dough for something we can all benefit from and enjoy!
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