This weekend, I got a glimpse into our future with children, and it was pretty scary. Ryan and I stopped by Target to pick up a birthday present for our nephew, Chase.
The only time I ever travel to the toy section of any store is to buy gifts, and quite frankly, I’ve always found it extremely overwhelming. Rows and rows of career-minded Barbies, assorted monster trucks—in all shapes and sizes—, and whole sections devoted to various heroes from Marvel comics is enough to make anyone’s head spin.
Just as my mind began swirling, and I was ready to go into my speech about why I think kids are overstimulated with too many toys, I heard these words spring excitedly from Ryan’s mouth, “A marshmallow gun! Cool!”
I picked my jaw up from the floor as he proceeded down the aisle, picking up every Nerf gun, football, disc launcher, etc. and trying to convince me how much Chase (1) or our niece, Maya (3), would love to play with them. Since neither Maya, nor Chase would be strong enough to pull the trigger on any of those toys, I quickly realized he meant Uncle Ryan would love to play with them. I’m afraid if I hadn’t been there to point out the age minimum on each of the toys he picked up, we would have returned to Ryan’s parents house and taught the kids how to reenact a scene from Die Hard.
Since finding out we were having a baby, I’ve been worried that it would be hard for me to restrain myself from buying cute baby stuff and toys (as evidenced by my one and only trip to Babies ‘R Us in which I discovered it was best for me not to go back, lest I give in and buy that adorable, but pricey Baby Lion King crib set when I already have a perfectly good hand-me-down set). So far, I’ve avoided temptation and feel pretty certain I’ll be content with all the wonderful clothes, toys, and baby items Ryan’s sister has passed along to us.
I had no idea that it would be Ryan who would be overcome by fancy packaging with neon letters and promises of shooting distance.
We finally found an appropriately-sized monster truck, neon green of course, for Chase, and escaped the toy aisle with that single purchase. We also learned a very important lesson…at least I did, and that is that Daddy will not be allowed in the toy aisle with our child/children without Mama’s supervision, especially after he shared his dream of Maya, Chase, and our future children having Nerf wars inside the house!
We’d all better start praying now that this first child is a boy!
What about you parents out there? Who had more trouble resisting the temptation of cool toys for the kids, you or your spouse? How did you deal with it?