Aislyn has a doll house her grandmother built her. She also has a Gabby’s Dollhouse doll house that she got for Christmas. Now she wants the Peppa Pig Dollhouse.
She also wants the Gabby Cat Kitchen for her birthday, which is a $90 plastic piece of junk.
“But honey,” I say, “wouldn’t you love this slightly more expensive, beautiful wooden Kidkraft kitchen that would last you for years, pretty much until you outgrow it?”
Nope! She wants the piece of junk.
I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. I had the pink plastic My Little Pony castle in my bedroom for I don’t know how long. I finally donated it last year. No.
I had the Snoopy Snow Cone Machine. But even at ten years old, I was able to recognize what a facsimile of a sham it was. I wanted that thing for years, too.
My brother had some pretty awesome toys: Castle Grayskull, Snake Mountain, walkie-talkies, ray guns.
He did not actually have Star Wars toys.
My favorite thing he had was this kit called Construx. You could make mechanized stuff with the pieces, and some of them glowed in the dark. Nowadays glow-in-the-dark is no big deal, but back then it was still pretty cool.
I had Cabbage Patch dolls with the original yarn hair. I still have those, actually; they’re in Aislyn’s room.
We had Pogo Ball, which, at first, I sucked at. But once I figured it out, I was the bomb.
And that’s kind of the story of my life. It might take me longer than average to learn something, but once I’ve got it, I’ve got it like a boss.
We had Spin Jammer. We had bikes, of course. Scooters. No helmets, scandalous! Roller skates, roller blades, ice skates.
Dad did a lot of stuff with us.
It’s hard to believe how long ago that was.
I want to get Aislyn an Easy Bake Oven, but she’s still little. I could get Desmond one, if I can find it in a manly color. Heeheehee, camo.
Hand hurting. Have to go for now.