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Thursday, January 26, 2012

My Favorite Toys

My first/George's third birthday party.
Notice the bull and matador.
How come I didn't have toys like that?

My favourite toys . . . weren't mine.
Because everyone had better toys than me.
Or at least Mom and Dad did.
Their neat toys were all carefully displayed.
On their fireplace mantle.
Okay, I thought it was weird, too.
Especially since they never, ever played with them.
Not once.
I had watched.
There was a plaster matador and bull set.
One of which, had a cape.
And one, horns.
I'll let you sort them out.
They were immensely fun to play with.
Until Mom caught up with me.
"Diane, put those back!"
Sigh.
Then there were the models of bulls.
Horned and polled Herefords.
They were terrific when one wanted to play farm.
Of course, then the matador's bull would have to join in.
Giving the matador just that much more responsibility.
He was tall and strong and handsome.
He could handle it.
"Diane, what did I tell you?!"
Rats.
But the best of all was the bronze horse.
He was glorious.
Standing looking out across the prairie, ears pricked.
He even had a bronze saddle and bridle.
With bronze reins.
"Diane! How on earth did you lug that thing down there! Put it back at once!"
Man, that woman was everywhere!
Mom and Dad's toys entertained me for years.
Until I dropped the matador.
It was an accident!
And twisted the reins off the horse.
Oops. Who knew they would do that?
But I maintain that if they didn't want them played with, they should have put them away.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

10 comments:

  1. Obviously she wasn't everywhere all the time or you wouldn't have had the opportunity to do damage.

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  2. You deserve points for not taking them outside to stage bull fights, rodeos and horse races. Did the matador receive a proper send off?

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    1. Hmmm . . . outside. Why didn't I think of that. Mom never would have caught me out there! Why oh why didn't you live next door???! The matador receive the broom and dustpan send off. Mom was muttering things under her breath. I suppose they might have been prayers . . .

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  3. Sound like great toys! Way better than Barbie and Ken....

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  4. I still play with toys. lol
    That horse sounds marvelous!
    I think I would have loved it as well.:)

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    1. Me too! You sound like my kind of person!

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  5. Very funny!!! Maybe that is what my son is thinking every time I see him with something that I don't want him to touch:) Thanks for linking up to the NOBH

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    1. See, I was right. Moms are everywhere!!!

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