Just when I thought The Roc already had every toy trash truck in the world, we spotted a slightly different one in a local toy store. When he was still talking about it on an hourly basis a week later, I realized that he was not going to give up his dream of owning it. Ever. The Roc knows what he likes, and he is nothing if not an obsessive completist--a trait I recognize and respect, because I share it.
But Daddy absolutely refused to consider expanding the fleet, which already occupies several square feet of prime real estate around the filing cabinet in our combination office/playroom. I informed The Roc that he was going to have to figure out a way to convince Daddy that buying yet another trash truck was a good idea.
"It could be a surprise for Daddy," he suggested.
"Surprises are supposed to be nice things," I explained. "That kind of surprise won't make Daddy very happy."
"We could call the police and they could put Daddy in jail and then we could go to the store and buy it."
"Ummm....no."
"We could sell some of my old toys on Craig's List and use the money to buy it."
Bingo. A few hours later, we had a emptied a corner of the office/playroom and made enough cash to buy the trash truck with a couple of dollars left over. Daddy was thrilled.
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