A toy story: Imagine a revolt
I loved the movie Toy Story when it came out, even though I was kidless then. That toys come to life when you're not looking is something lots of children imagine.
But it's also something parents fear.
Because toys have already taken over every room of my house.
You'd expect toys in my son's room:
Look away, Leap!
And also a few in the bathroom:
Rubber ducky, you're the one, la la la la la...
But we have toys in the front room, too:
The flooring looks like a basketball court, so...
There are even toys in the kitchen, primarily on the fridge:
The duplicates of I and O are missing. My son has it in for vowels, apparently. This makes it impossible to spell indefatigable, Cro-Magnon and many other words.
There are toys in the family room:
Oh, who am I kidding? It's not a family room anymore -- it's the playroom.
There are toys in the office:
A toy leftover from the Man-cub's baby days
And a stash of toys in my bedroom too:
Please don't lecture me about my bedroom being a sanctuary and all that. When I'm getting ready in the morning, my son plays with the toys, and I can brush my hair in peace.
And, why yes! Those are Velcro hair rollers, circa 1998. Not toys, but fun anyway.
If all of these toys came to life and led a revolt, we'd be surrounded and in big trouble.
Not to mention, most of them probably speak Mandarin Chinese so we wouldn't understand the demands of their revolution....
But it's also something parents fear.
Because toys have already taken over every room of my house.
You'd expect toys in my son's room:
Look away, Leap!
And also a few in the bathroom:
Rubber ducky, you're the one, la la la la la...
But we have toys in the front room, too:
The flooring looks like a basketball court, so...
There are even toys in the kitchen, primarily on the fridge:
The duplicates of I and O are missing. My son has it in for vowels, apparently. This makes it impossible to spell indefatigable, Cro-Magnon and many other words.
There are toys in the family room:
Oh, who am I kidding? It's not a family room anymore -- it's the playroom.
There are toys in the office:
A toy leftover from the Man-cub's baby days
And a stash of toys in my bedroom too:
Please don't lecture me about my bedroom being a sanctuary and all that. When I'm getting ready in the morning, my son plays with the toys, and I can brush my hair in peace.
And, why yes! Those are Velcro hair rollers, circa 1998. Not toys, but fun anyway.
If all of these toys came to life and led a revolt, we'd be surrounded and in big trouble.
Not to mention, most of them probably speak Mandarin Chinese so we wouldn't understand the demands of their revolution....
posted by Holly at 7:21 AM
6 Comments:
Do you live in Los Angeles? Because otherwise, I really have to wonder why LAPD would be spelled out in letters on your fridge. At kid level, at that.
Holy cow that's a lot of toys! I have teens and instead of plastic, squeaky things we have iPods, phones, and computers all over the place. Oh wait, those are plastic, squeaky things! Crap...it never ends :~)
Fly has an incredible vocabulary to already spell "maggot" and "destiny."
I'll make you a deal: I won't lecture you about toys in your bedroom if you don't lecture me about letting Lance watch TV in the morning (Elmo, of course,) so that I can brush MY hair in peace!!! lolol! People who think such things are bad obviously have never had children.
You are hilarious. But you're right - all the toys WOULD speak Chinese and we'd really be screwed!
Ha! We have so many of the same toys. The baby tad, the basketball hoop, the leapfrog fridge animals and letters, and the caterapiller thingy. How funny!
we have toys everywhere too, and to think there was a time when my husband was so very concerned with style. HA!
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