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Dads Are Just Taller Kids
by Alana Morales
We all know that dads are really just bigger kids, but this is never more apparent when there are toys involved.
For my son's 5th birthday this past week, we decided to get him some Transformers. Since Transformers are a bit more difficult to find out here (meaning I can't find them at Target), I took the kids on a little adventure to the place parents dislike more than all the kid food places combined - Toys R Us.
Once we got there, I called my husband to let him know that we going to be looking for the new Toys that our son was coveting. The call went like this:
Me: "OK, we are here looking at the Transformers now."
Him: "Well, why don't you see if they have a Decepticon."
Me: "Um, oků"
I noticed that his voice sounded a little funny and then he started talking a little faster.
Him: "Or, you could look and see if they have a Blasticon or a blah blah-icon orů"
I had to stop him. I said "Honey, I realize you had Transformers when you were younger, but don't you think they may have changed in the past 20 years?"
He was actually name dropping about toys! After laughing hysterically at him, he informed me that he would pick out the toys himself, which was fine with me.
After my son opened his new Toys, my husband had to show him how to put them together. Now, I imagine that as a young boy, part of the joy of having a new Toy is pretending like you know how it works, then spending the next 2 hours trying to figure out how it actually works. Apparently, it works this way for the big guys too.
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|Alana Morales taught high school English for six years before becoming a writer. You may read more of her writing at her personal site http://www.alanamorales.com. She is also a sucker for email and can be reached at [email protected].
I had to physically take the toy away from my husband so my son could put it together. I'm not sure if my husband was more upset at the fact that I took the Toy away from him or that he didn't get the Toy figured out before I took it away.
Later that evening, my son came knocking on my door while I was working. He knows that I am not to be disturbed unless someone is in need of serious medical or Mommy attention, so I answered. He was coming to ask me if I would get his toy back from his dad. It seems that Dad needed to "show him how to properly transform" his Toy.
I had to gently let my husband know that the new Toys were for our son, and that he had to let our son figure out the Toy first, unless he asked for help. Luckily, my son received two of the new Toys, so now there is one for each of them.