Something about a “Nine” Year, and Toy Talk
Another fun day on your favorite highway and mine, 287. No one says I-287, just 287. And today, early afternoon, its reputation for traffic didn’t disappoint me. It aggravated me: because of it, I was first late to, then missed, an appointment.
Driving east, though, was a breeze. That Air Force One landed at Westchester County, necessitating 287 from White Plains to Port Chester to close, shouldn’t have affected me. The closures were from 1:30 p.m. to 5 p.m., and east of me; maybe that’s why there was hardly any westbound traffic in late afternoon.
Mom commented about the bridge. It’s not a bad bridge. It doesn’t look like a terribly old bridge. Fifty-nine in December. Maybe it’s the “nine” year before the big six-o. She was fascinated by the construction equipment and grinned when I sang the TONKA song.
♪♫ For boys who want real lifelike toys that they can operate, too.
Attention boys, TONKA toys are made just for you. ♪♫
Why do I remember that? Early morning television commercials. My little brother and I eating cereal from the box while watching cartoons.
When my nephew turned two, I was at a loss for what to buy him. He had more toys than a store. One neighbor who worked at the neighborhood candy store on Sunday rescued me. “Bob the Builder™ figures,” he said. “They’re small, will fit in his hand, and he’ll love them.”
My brother’s fascination with MATCHBOX® Cars came back to haunt him. When he was two or three, nana and papa bought him a few of these tiny cars. He loved playing with them. Mom and dad quickly realized that the minute he got a new car, he’d pull the catalog from the package and point to what he wanted next.
It so happened that the minute my then-two nephew realized there were more Bob the Builder™ figures, he wanted them. He called them all Bee Dee Dee since he was unable to say “builder” yet. And my brother finally understood the meaning of karma.
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Copyright © Janie Rosman and Kaleidoscope Eyes 2014