Dino World

Early in November I tossed our little dude a Toys R Us catalog that came in the mail to get it off my desk. I'm not sure why. It was full of the type of toys we don't buy. And Buby doesn't ask for. Big, scary, plastic, trendy, breakable. We'd hoped Santa would bring a wooden cascade tower from The Wooden Wagon, some crayon rocks, a vintage topper, Colorforms, and a handful of Scholastic books. I suppose I should have known what was coming.


Buby casually flipped through until he happened upon Dino World. A big, scary, plastic, trendy, breakable piece of something that sold for 200xs more than it was worth. His heart was still. His mind made up. Buby never asked me for it. He never asked his Daddy for it. But from that day forward he would ask Santa for it. Three times he sat on Santa's red velvet lap and three times he asked for nothing else. Dino World it was.


He took it upon himself to rip out the page in the catalog and tuck it under his pillow at bedtime. When Tom and I first discovered it there while changing his sheets, Buby explained to us that if he was a really good boy Santa would come, take it from under his pillow {a la the Tooth Fairy} and leave his present under the tree.


I found the whole obsession adorable but secretly hoped Buby would have a change of heart. I figured something else would catch his eye or he'd move on to smaller and better {made} things over the course of November and December. I mean, he's four. Four year olds change their minds constantly, right? Not Buby.


I give him credit for knowing what he wants and not wavering. He doesn't ask for much, but this he wanted in the worst way. He believes in Santa. He had faith that Santa would come through.


Yesterday around 2 a.m. Santa made his early deliveries, and a few hours later My Sweets and I celebrated Christmas at home with our two babes. As we all made our way downstairs for breakfast I ran ahead to turn on the tree and catch the look on Buby's face.


There was Dino World all assembled in front of the tree. An awkward silence filled the room. Followed by a high-pitch screech. My Sweets and I looked at each other and that huge conglomeration of plastic raceway and dinosaur skeletons taking over our living room and just laughed. It was everything I dislike in a Christmas toy. And it was perfect.




Note to self: No more catalogs on the playroom floor.