A Real American Hero
Yesterday, during a trip to Wal-Mart, Keyven found the action figure aisle. For the first time, I witnessed the look of rapture that little boys get when they see rows and rows of cool trucks and super heroes and things they just “have to have.” I’m not thrilled about that phase, but Tim & I already have an agreement to never take Keyven to Toys ‘R’ Us (or any other toy store for that matter) except on special occasions. Not even to pick out toys for other people’s kids. We just have to figure out a way to avoid the “toy side” of Wal-Mart & Target now. Anyway, I digress…
As he was walking down the aisle checking everything out, pushing buttons and making his own sound effects, he came to a complete stop in front of one toy. He looked up at it, touched the hair and the eyes and the clothes, and then proclaimed, “It’s Daddy!” We don’t need to go to the toy store for our action heroes. We have one at home.
Adorable!
That kid could be bald his whole life and still be gorgeous. I pray his head is never full of tatoos! lol He can have them anywhere else he wants, tho. So daddy =s GI Joe. How precious. Out of the mouths of babes!!!
Well, Auntie Lynn, I would honestly prefer that he not cover his entire head with tattoos, too, but when he’s 18 I’ll support whatever decisions he makes.
I’ll think he’s beautiful no matter what. (But I wouldn’t mind a little hair up on that noggin.)
How precious!