There are seven toys in my house
that recite the alphabet. Two of which are stuffed dogs. We have several things
that play music and even more things that make noise. Dolls. Giraffes. Crunchy
things. They’re all in the living room… and the dining room… and the bathroom.
Earlier this evening, I stood in
the middle of the living room and looked around at all the different toys spread
across the floor and thought… AWESOME!
I’ve always liked toys. When I
was younger, I too had a lot of them. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ruled
the hallway formerly occupied by the Ghostbusters. Darkwing Duck and Batman solved crimes. It was
always The Penguin.
When I see the toys around my
house today, it reminds me of all the fun I had as a kid. While many parents may
complain about the abundance of toys, I get excited. You should see how fast I
can spin the top now. It’s just a blur. I mean I can get it spinning really,
really fast! And the best part is seeing that little face look up at me and smile.
I’m so thankful for my little
playmate.
