Jedi sometimes has bizarre preferences for toys. For instance, we were at a thrift store this past weekend. After taking the kids to the doctor. Where we were told, oh hey, yeah, they’re really kinda sick. So it totally makes sense that we schlepped them around to dirty thrift stores. Awesome idea.
Anyway, as with most stores, thrift or otherwise, the kids bee-line sraight for the toy section. There, they tend to dig and grab at anything they can get their fingers around and then refuse to let go. It’s the ultimate in impulse decisions, and that’s why our house is running out of space.
Buzz claimed yet another stuffed panda to add to his collection. Abby got a book. Jedi, though, found the gem amongst gems.
A toy chainsaw.
He wouldn’t put the thing down. Of course we bought it.
As we were standing in line for check-out, there was a nice woman behind us making small talk with Jedi. In place of hello, however, my son blurted out, “I have a CHAINSAW!”.
“Oh, neat”, she replied, politely but hesitantly.
“Yeah, it’s a CHAINSAW!”, he wouldn’t stop.
She probably thought he was crazy. She may very well be right. That was the most animated he had been in days, though, thanks to a double ear infection. Turns out, stopping by the thrift store was, actually, an awesome idea. Especially when we returned home and he screamed through one end of our house to the other, wielding this bright red plastic chainsaw above his head like a merry mask-adorning Texas madman.