On the third day of Christmas my kids gave to me - three hours in a Toys R Us store. I tried to avoid it. I shopped at Walmart, Kmart, Target, even online at Toys R Us, but I knew this day would come. I hope my boys are happy. Only they can make me spend my time contemplating which Nerf gun will do the least harm to our two cats and which wrestler is the nicest bully. And what is with all of the Halo names - Warthog and Mongoose. Is there a Platypus too? Those names don't sound very intimidating to me. No, I understand the pink and sparkly colored aisles much better. I dream of the day one of my children blesses me a granddaughter and I will finally have a legitimate reason to be looking at the latest Barbie doll.
Round one of me vs. Jeffrey the giraffe is done, yet I have a sinking suspicion that I will be passing by the Justin Bieber doll bin again in the next two weeks. Is squeezing the stuffed animals and wanting to buy an comic book and a Project Runway design kit for myself normal?
