Yesterday was a good toy day for Charles.
Mom rousted us out to go look at the Christmas tree display in a hotel that was put on as a local charity effort (yes, Christmas trees before Thanksgiving, a bane of our modern society). Corwin and Mom wandered off their separate ways while I tagged along with Charles. Mom popped back after a few minutes to say that I should take Charles over to a sandbox display with lots of trucks in it. Well, that was it for Charles on that floor. He just stood in front of the sandbox display, staring at all of the trucks. Eventually Mom came to drag him away.
In the basement of the hotel were were a number of vendors of various Christmas related things, including kids toys and a craft workshop. Mom wanted to look at something so Corwin was sent off to the craft shop and I took Charles to the toy area, where he discovered some more trucks. He liked them so much that I, the softy that I am, broke down and bought a set for him, although he had to wait until we got home.
However, on the way home Mom decided that she need to drop by Walmart. Corwin had not been a particularly good boy so he was sent to his room while Mom and Charles went off to shop. Mom thought that I had purchased the trucks for Christmas, so she got Charles a three-pack of cars (on sale!). When they got back, Charles remembered the trucks and pestered Mom and I as we unloaded the groceries about them. Quite the haul for Boy Two.
The aftereffects lingered this morning. In the car three pack was a poster of all of the cars that were coming out in 2004. Charles spent a good bit of time this morning staring at the poster. Later, he decided it was more fun to pack up the poster, move it to a new location, and then call Dad over to point out a particularly desirable car. After Dad acknowledged that it was, in fact, a cool car, it was time to pack up the poster in search of another flat surface. Repeat until Charles remembers that there are actual cars in the basement!