This is David. It's a rare occasion that I contribute, but I'm sitting and experiencing the joy again of a toy section at a department store. I figured it would be fun to share.
When I was young, it was common that I would accompany my mom when she went shopping. I'm 5 years younger than my nearest sibling, so there were many days where it was just me and mom. Shopping with her was kind of a drag. You get pulled away from whatever Lego project you were working on or make-believe adventure to a store with ladies clothes and bras. Not fun at all. Sometimes I would find a hanger or one of those plastic clips that holds sleeves together. I would collect those clips and I called them "keys". If I was lucky, I would find the dressing room with all the mirrors. Nothing like making funny faces or ninja moves and getting to see them in all angles.
Then.... then I found there was a toy section. A whole section void of the drab ladies beige pants and shoes? Chock full of toys I didn't have? Amazing!
Fast forward almost 30 years and today, right this moment, I get to share the joy again! My oldest two are deep into the toy section and it's as if they've dipped their tongues in the finest hallucinogen. They haven't made one complaint or whimper. Just overwhemed with amazement.
Should I view this as evidence they need more toys? Nah. Just evidence that once in a while, we should come to the store and let them gorge themselves on the toy section.
I love these boys. I'm thankful to God for little men and thankful to Lisa for helping raise them to be strong and rambunctious.
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