Can’t buy me love

20 Nov

Or maybe you can. Here’s our daring friends’ little one, in the process of getting his first animal lover. Or love object, or transitional object, or whatevs. I imagine we’ll be seeing Mr. Penguinpants for some time into the future (not the least because adoring mom already bought 2-3 extras on ebay…):

The experience of a young child in a toy store is a high-intensity, massive over-stimulation, an adrenaline shot to the baby heart of toy desire and wish fulfillment. Combined with the inevitable leaving of the toy store, when all of those AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME toys go vanishing out of your world, leaving you with nothing but the cold hard world, and maybe one sad reminder (that is, the toy that your adoring parents actually are buying for you) of what it all could have been.


2 Responses to “Can’t buy me love”

  1. Ivy November 20, 2010 at 11:11 pm #

    Ahem, don’t you mean ‘darLing’ friends? Or was that a Freudian slip and are we somehow more adventurous than I’d surmised?

    And just wait until *you* lose that favorite blanky/animal/doll. It’s enough to make you actually want to buy 50 extras…we actually showed some self restraint here.

  2. Peter November 21, 2010 at 7:32 am #

    Yes, meant darling. But you are also daring!

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