Yesterday, Mom and G went on an adventure–Mom had promised to buy G a toy because his birthday is coming up. I asked to go with them, because the toy store they were going to is close to my house, and I was worried that my plants needed water.
On the way up, we were talking to G about what toy he was going to pick–and made sure he knew that he had to choose the very best one. Mom and I started talking about what we thought was the very best toy. Mom thought she probably would have chosen a doll.
I remembered the toy I always wanted but never got. See, growing up in the middle of nowhere, trips to the toy store was a rare treat. Sis and I would memorize the toy section of the various catalogs that came home, choosing what we thought were the best toys ever. Sometimes, we would get those toys, but most often, we did not.
I chose, as my Best Toy Ever, an artist set that was sold in the JC Penney catalog year after year. I was happy to see they still sell it online. I never got this art set–I think Mom used the very legitimate excuse that it would be too messy.
I think that half the reason I still remember this toy as the one that pinned after is that I never got it.
I’ve gathered all of the various art supplies included over the years, and kind of ironically, my favorite medium is watercolor pencil–which isn’t included here.
G was as serious as I’ve ever seen a three-year-old as he was wandering up and down the aisles of the toy store. We finally had to remind him that he could choose something, then if he saw a better toy, he could put the one he already chose back.
First, he chose a firehouse play set, complete with fire truck, fire fighters, and noise. Then, he announced “AUNT CORI! I WANT TO PUT THE FIRE STATION BACK!” He then chose a dump truck, that would pick up the garbage can, make noise and talk.
G ended up choosing four collectible football player figurines, which, of course, being three, he didn’t realize that they were supposed to be placed in their stands and put on the shelf to look at. They’re shaped like actual pro players, but me, being as sports deficient as I am didn’t recognize any of the names. On the way back to Mom’s house, I had to sit in the back seat and play with him. You know, until the motion sickness kicked in.
So, I was thinking about this last night, and I was wondering, if you, dear reader, were to choose your best toy ever, what would you choose? What’s the one toy you wanted but never got, or what was/is your favorite toy? I’d love to hear about it.