Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Ah, yet another joy of living with a toddler--the drama of not being able to find THE toy of the moment. Of course, it helps if you know what that toy is. The Spawn went into full meltdown mode yesterday because we couldn't find "the other guy". Ah, right. The other guy. Not one of the Lego people, or the doll house people. Not one of the stuffed animals. "He's not soft, he's HARD!" Right again. Not a train. Not a small plastic animal. The other guy. This morning she found what she was looking for. It was a small figurine of a space alien acquired I know not where but before the birth of the Spawn. The alien guy = the other guy.