Let's all have a brief moment of silence, shall we?
In memory of the times, not so long ago, but not then appreciated, when Monkey and I could go to a toy store, Babies 'R Us, or anywhere we wanted in Target or Walmart, and Monkey would be happy just to be in the cart, looking at all the people and "stuff."
Before he recognized things like... Elmo. Mickey Mouse. The Wiggles. Pooh.
And before he screamed out that he must have these things, because they are "mine!"
I made the mistake of taking Monkey to Toys 'R Us today, looking for a step stool for his bathroom. My search took me through the bath and bedding sections, where there were Elmo couches, Elmo blankets, Elmo Sheets, Elmo towels, you name it. And Monkey saw it all.
And, being the sucker that I am, I picked up the cute Elmo hooded bath towel, and asked Monkey if he wanted it.
He happily grabbed it, and enjoyed checking it out for about - thirty seconds? Before it landed unceremoniously on the floor.
I can't tell you how many things I picked up to keep him from having a tantrum, and yet, ultimately we left the store empty handed. Sigh...