I, along with every mom in the county, went to Toys R Us today to do some Christmas shopping. I feel safe in assuming that I was probably the only one there looking for a Peemo boat.
I looked at every toy in the 10,000 square foot store until my eyes glazed over. After an exhaustive on-line search and a complete shake down of Geoffrey Giraffe, I have decided that there is no such thing as a Peemo boat. I have decided that Sean is yanking my chain in a big way and that probably after I put him to bed at night he chuckles to himself, “Peemo boat! Hoo boy! I’ve really got her going!”
So after giving up all hope of finding a Peemo boat, I began looking around for something else that he might like. I don’t really know why I’m saying “might like”. As if there is something he wouldn’t like. He’s at that age where he is thrilled if I let him play with the lint brush. Maybe I’ll get him a lint brush.
I wandered around the store for an hour considering and then dismissing various boy toys. Finally, I realized that after three years of mothering, my criteria for toy-selection had changed. The first few years all toys had to be educational, age appropriate and safety approved. This year’s criteria is based on how many parts does it have, how much space will it occupy in my den and how much noise does it make.
Which makes a lint brush the perfect gift for a 3-year-old.