
This time last year you could easily find me, along with my fellow mothers of boys, loitering in the toy aisle of our local Target. It was here that we hunted for the highly coveted Bakugan toys and hounded the red shirts with shipment inquires.
A year later, the store is fully stocked with those small plastic spheres that morph into little warrior creatures and of course the interest among my boys has waned.
Now, it’s the Air Hogs Zero Gravity Laser Car that they desire – a radio controlled car that literally climbs your walls as it follows a laser beam. Since my 6-year-old’s birthday falls right before Thanksgiving, this item is right there on top of his wish list. Priced around $30, it made the top of my list as well.
So, off to Target I went in search of Air Hogs.
I soon found out that this gravity defying vehicle has climbed to the top of every other little boy’s Christmas list and as a result these Air Hogs are almost extinct. But, I got lucky. A fellow hunter … I mean mom, must have sensed my disappointment as I desperately scanned the toy aisle.
Having bagged the last three cars herself, she reached into her cart and graciously handed one to me. I was so impressed by her gesture that I momentarily lost my mind and tried to refuse her offer. Once I regained my composure, I accepted the car as if she was giving me her first born.
It was indeed a magical mom moment.
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The toy gods were smiling on you. Happy Birthday to your boy!
Thanks! You’re so right about those toy gods. I can’t wait to see my sons face when he opens his present. One of the best parts of being a mom.
Got to love those Thanksgiving to Christmas birthdays, huh? Our daughter’s always falls right after Thanksgiving and my mother’s is two days after Christmas. And my dad’s is the first week of January. We pretty much get all the family holidays out of the way in the space of six weeks.
Luckily, my daughter is not swayed by “toys of the year” and instead has her own set of completely unrealistic expectations. Like the latest “living” robot at Brookstone.
Holy smokes - a living robot. Remember Rosie, the Jetson’s robot maid? I want one of those.
Big birthday wishes to your family. That’s a lot of celebrating! I’m tired just thinking about it.
Thanks. Yeah, it’s pretty crazy around here, but fun.
My daughter wants to be a robotics engineer when she grows up, so she’s always eager to get the latest A.I. gaget to see what they can do now. (Her last robot could be programmed to do little dances, throw a ball, high five, and sense colors, although he didn’t do that last one very well.) Her big goal is to build the first “real” Transformer, which is at least a more interesting career choice at her age than “rock star” or “actress” which seems to be what all her little friends aspire to be.