Monday, June 21, 2010
I have an allergy to shopping. I have an anaphylactic-type reaction to large chain toy stores. Stand me in one such shop and I’ll break out in hives, huff and puff, sprint for the nearest exit on a panicked, adrenaline high.
Six months ago, I purchased a not-inexpensive, Chinese Checkers game from one such store. When I finally opened the box last week, I discovered that the pictured, very real, wooden board and glass marbles on the cover, in actuality translates to a faux plastic wood-look and light-as-air polyprophylene ‘marbles’ that PING! off the board when anyone breathes.
So it was, because of a Chinese Checkers induced strop, along with a general toys-destined-for-landfill-miffedness, that another poor niece missed out on those pet shop collectible thingy whatsits and instead had nana-scented (lavender), wheaty warmth foisted upon her.
Just because my kid likes a toasty wheat bag, doesn’t mean her cousin does. As far as I can tell, my nine year old niece knocks about in more than a strappy dress in the mid-winter.
There’s still a bit of me that dares to hope, (what with the encouragement of frosty evenings and foggy mornings), that the birthday girl ‘gets’ that it was an auntie gift made with heart.