Mooretality

I made a statement to Sean six weeks ago that I would like to do a “no toy” Christmas. I’m tired of picking them up, or in some cases vacuuming them up. I don’t think they all get played with at all. I figured between grandparents and aunts and uncles, they’d get enough toys anyhow. Sean was all about it, and has since been reminding me that we are having a “no toy” Christmas, along with telling his parents and all his siblings – NO TOYS

I was at Toys R Us yesterday getting Naomi a pink (has to be pink) Razor Scooter and Charlotte a new tricycle for Christmas, which do not fall under the category of toy, but of transportation and exercise. While I have explained to Naomi that we aren’t getting any toys this year, I’m still feeling like I should get SOMETHING (I know I’m weak) for her stocking. She enjoys her “Littlest Pet Shop” toys, so I browsed that aisle for a potential stocking stuffer to join the traditional toothbrush, treats, and a piece of fruit. I saw this toy and started laughing. I don’t know if you can tell from my crappy (pardon the pun) cell phone picture, but it is a littlest pet shop dog that comes with it’s own little newspaper, a little pooper scooper, and a small pile of fake poo.

No, I didn’t get the potty-training pooch, but I left the store with the trike, the scooter, a Hannah Montana guitar-shaped hairbrush, and a smile.