‘member that Christmas that Tanya and I got the racetrack that we had been wanting for sooooo long? And member how we set it up in my room and played with it until the wee hours of the morning? And member how Tasha twisted her little kitty head around to watch the little speeding cars as we raced them?
That was pure delight. Probably the best Christmas present ever. Either that or the black Baby Alive I got when I was 7. I thought it was cool when she pooped the applesauce I fed her. Pooping wasn’t nearly as fun when I had real babies though. Neither was changing diapers. Now I have neither the black Baby Alive nor real live babies, so it’s all good.
Merry Day after Christmas!