Photo A Day: Memory Lane
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What IS it about the appeal of baby toys to children who should have outgrown them years ago? My Dad produced a box of toys we kept at his house when the boys were much younger and the squeals of delight were quite defeaning. All the small pieces of plastic tat which I’d lugged all the way here for them to play with were immediately shunned in favour of, well, larger pieces of plastic tat. Worse, these pieces of plastic tat require batteries and some of them don’t have an off switch. Withing 30 seconds I’d remembered why these particular toys were labelled ‘special’ and left at the grandparents in the first place. Sometimes it’s good to put a 5 hour drive between you and certain playthings, don’t you think?
But, oh, how did MrSqueezyZebra get in to the box? A tasteful, thoughtful and much much much loved gift from The Wife many moons ago. I was wondering about him the other day and hoping I’d popped him in one of the boy’s memory boxes….but here he is….abandoned in the Box of Hell with only a couple of vintage Fisher Price horrors and a bag of rusty batteries for company.
My baaaaaad.
Ah, welcome back Mr SqueezyZebra! You are too adorable and definitely don’t belong in the HellBox.