Toy cars never interested me, and I never imagined they would. Who would know that a trip to a toy store would set me dreaming of driving through a glittering mod-tropilos? And yet, there she was. In the crowed parking lot, actually shining like an actual new penny was a copper-colored Austin Mini. An original Mini, a car older than I am, the sister of the car my mother learned to drive. This car had obviously lead an eventful life, but she was so beautiful.
You’ll never know how large a Mini Cooper is unless you’ve see an Austin Mini. They are the perfect little toy car. They look like something you could pick up and carry home, and that’s what I wanted to do. It didn’t matter that I can’t drive; that car and I could share a funky, young, girl-about-town life. I hated turning my back on that lovely, but I had Christmas shopping to do.
This is my third Christmas with a daughter, and it hasn’t gotten any easier. It’s harder actually, since she’s exposed to more TV commercials than she did last year, and she can see what they are selling; some are selling passes to girldom. Mini-ovens, castles for twirling Barbie princesses,; Emma asks, “can we get that?” When I ask her what she likes about it, all she sometimes says is, “ It’s a girl-toy”.
Now, I’m a girly-girl, I and I was one when I was four. When I was four, I loved dressing up, caring for my dolls and animals and having tea-parties. I would never pull Emma away from enjoying these things. It’s all about exploring girlhood , figuring out what she likes and what she can totally do without for now.
Our job that day was to follow Emma around toy stores and see what she liked. Baby dolls, when Emma saw that shelf filled with baby dolls,, she headed right for it. She seemed to want to play with them all. The next morning, she was pretty clear when she told me she really wanted a baby-doll; a baby-doll and a spinning top. Add books, Legos and a few other bits of fun, and there’s Emma’s Christmas goodies
Standing in front of the Austin Mini, Jamie said, “look Emma! It’s your size!” Oh, she thought it was cute alright, but it wasn’t love at first sight.
You’ll never know how large a Mini Cooper is unless you’ve see an Austin Mini. They are the perfect little toy car. They look like something you could pick up and carry home, and that’s what I wanted to do. It didn’t matter that I can’t drive; that car and I could share a funky, young, girl-about-town life. I hated turning my back on that lovely, but I had Christmas shopping to do.
This is my third Christmas with a daughter, and it hasn’t gotten any easier. It’s harder actually, since she’s exposed to more TV commercials than she did last year, and she can see what they are selling; some are selling passes to girldom. Mini-ovens, castles for twirling Barbie princesses,; Emma asks, “can we get that?” When I ask her what she likes about it, all she sometimes says is, “ It’s a girl-toy”.
Now, I’m a girly-girl, I and I was one when I was four. When I was four, I loved dressing up, caring for my dolls and animals and having tea-parties. I would never pull Emma away from enjoying these things. It’s all about exploring girlhood , figuring out what she likes and what she can totally do without for now.
Our job that day was to follow Emma around toy stores and see what she liked. Baby dolls, when Emma saw that shelf filled with baby dolls,, she headed right for it. She seemed to want to play with them all. The next morning, she was pretty clear when she told me she really wanted a baby-doll; a baby-doll and a spinning top. Add books, Legos and a few other bits of fun, and there’s Emma’s Christmas goodies
Standing in front of the Austin Mini, Jamie said, “look Emma! It’s your size!” Oh, she thought it was cute alright, but it wasn’t love at first sight.
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