The boys crack me up. They’ll go for months totally ignoring the toys they’re carrying around. But then, for some reason I’ll never understand, all of a sudden they rediscover them and spend hours and hours playing. They’ll dig down to the darkest recesses of our panniers and drag their long-forgotten toys out and play and play and play. This phase will last a couple of days – and then the toys will be relinquished to the panniers once again.
This is the first time since somewhere around Utah that these toys have seen the light of day – and boy are they seeing the light right now! And they’ve gotten some new playmates too. Way back at Thanksgiving Harry gave each boy some money for a Christmas/birthday gift. They’ve both carried that money with them all this time – being very, very careful not to lose it. But they wouldn’t spend it. Until today. Our hotel is a mere two blocks from a major Wal-Mart type store, so the kids ran down there this morning to spend their money on action figures. All day we’ve had action figures jumping around the room calling out in those voices only little boys can make.
A television crew came to interview us, and Daryl stood there in front of the camera with his Power Ranger in hand – ready to attack whomever needed to be attacked. As soon as the interview was over, they dashed back to the room so all the toys could be reunited once again.
They generally alternate between their action figures, their stuffed animals, and their gameboys, but a few times I’ve seen them mix them all together – their creative minds never cease to amaze me!
I’m actually quite enjoying seeing the kids play with their toys – I know it won’t be long before I don’t see them again for a long time.