Battle of the Sexes

Though my home looks like the site of a Toys R' Us plant explosion, most of the objects of entertainment are either pink, floral, or pink.

My daughter has two years on her younger brother; a lot of time to accrue more toys.

Until yesterday, however, his toys conisted of singing monkeys, some always appealing trains, and number of sports balls.

Yesterday, however, saw everything change.

Since his sister was enjoying her first day of school, I actually managed to put some of my nausea aside to enjoy some rare one-on-one time with my little guy.

We played on the swing set.

We read boy books.

We went to the park.

We went for a walk.

We even attempted to get his first hair cut (but the place was closed).

And we ended our three hours by making a quick stop at Rite Aid to pick out a very special, little toy just for him. Since he had just been introduced to the matchbox car, I thought that might be a good choice.

Next to those little green army men that never let go of their aim, there is no boyer boy toy out there.

So which car does he pick??

A blue Shleby Cobra with a white racing stripe down the middle.


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