Wish Books

 

Our mailman must have hated that time of year. I can’t remember how they were delivered; they were certainly too big to shove through the little mail slot in our front door that had the three small descending windows. 

          But somehow the new Sears and Roebuck catalogue would arrive, providing hours of dreaming, and when their first purpose of shopping had been exhausted, we’d cut out the pages and turn the pictures into paper dolls.

          Proving yet again the evil marketing genius of Amazon and that it has its tentacles everywhere, last month we received their toy catalogue. I usually save it for the two or three pages of kid mazes and games for the when the younger grandkids visit.

          When the twins were here this past weekend, I brought it out, innocently thinking they’d like to do something with the enclosed stickers. The castle originally bought for the grandboys years before and our daughter’s old Fisher Price people were instantly ignored from that moment forward. The two girls went page by page, intently scrutinizing every item and then pointing out which ones they wanted/needed.

          They even made sure it went with them for the ride back home.

          I texted my son later to apologize.