okay...so I spend way too much time in toy departments. Two of my three kids are still young enough to play with toys, and considering how spoiled they are...they think every excursion out of our home deserves a "prize"...
yes, I have ruined them. I take full blame.
Well, when you are standing on the toy aisle your mind tends to wander. No matter how pressed for time your are, or how many things you still have to do, your kids will beg for five more minutes at least ten times. And though you might offer to buy a nice coloring book, or other small trinket...I guarantee, they wait for you to fall into that "Oh God are we done yet!" trance to start pressing for how even though it is not a birthday, or Christmas...couldn't they just this once have the super duper cool (**expensive**) -fill in the blank-.... and you will often give in...just to get off that aisle.
So my story begins here, kids begging, trance coming on...and of course to try and survive this ritual my mind wanders to happier things...surprise surprse...twilight comes to mind.
So as I'm thinking about how long til I can get home and watch the blu-ray (again!)...and how long until November 20th so I can cry as Edward leaves Bella...I spy a little package of plastic wolves. Ugh..wolves...so NOT a team jacob girl. I don't even like dogs. BUT...they could be used for a new Pocket Edward picture for the blog, right???? But really, what excuse do I use to buy a $20 pack of plastic toys that probably aren't worth $5???
I look at my beautiful five year old daughter. My daughter who LOVES dogs. Yes, I am very bad sometimes. I convinced her that these were the cutest dog toys ever. She NEEDED them. And even though they cost more than I should spend on a prize...for her, I would do it. Then I tell my son (who is older, more skeptical, and on to me I think)...that I would buy him the little pack of cowboys and Indians. Not very pc I guess...but again the mind leapt...Quileautes are Native American Indians, right???
So I nicely asked my children to borrow the new toys the next evening. Karen and I made a quick trip up to my studio...and a few silly pictures later...I have a blog...and my kids got their new prizes back...
Well, actually...my kids figured out why these purchases were made and now they store these toys in my "Pocket Edward" traveling case. They said those were really his "prizes".