Thursday, February 27, 2014
There is a story behind this toy. When ever I hear it play or see it even though it has lost most the parts of his body I have to smile.
When my first grandson was a toddler, this was his. I was driving behind his mom, my daughter , and every time she turned or stop and started I would hear this music coming from her trunk so I pulled up beside her and got her to pull over.
"What?" she demanded.
"There is music coming from your trunk."
"I know, it's the freakin toy that annoys me every time it plays so I am taking it to Goodwill."
"Give it to me."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nope, he can play with it at my house and it won't annoy you."
So I got the toy...and it annoyed her anyways because instead of him playing with it, I would send it playing when she would walk in the door.Pay back for all the noise makers she banged on that my mom got her.
Now days the grandkids will send it playing and most of them are in their teens...my daughter laughs right along with me.