You Can't Choose Your Kid's Super Power

With Micah's Woody obsession, we have learned to keep a reserve stock of the toy on hand. There was that one time when he lost his best friend and the stores didn't sell them anymore. While it's hard to believe that there was ever a time that the Roundup Gang didn't grace the shelves of toy stores across the nation, I am here to declare otherwise. We lived it. Barely. It's like the Rocking Pony House's version of the Great Depression. We'll never be the same after that experience, and we now hoard Woody dolls like there will be a shortage in the near future. We ended up buying one from ebay (God bless ebay!) and have since learned that its' the go-to place to snag a Woody doll.

The really unfortunate thing about the world's largest auction house is that it's the world's largest auction house. While we can snag a good deal on most things, getting a Woody doll at a bargain basement price is not as easy as all that. That cowboy doll is one hot tamale. And on the off chance that you find one less expensive than the others, rest assured that it's the wrong kind. Everyone who's familiar with the toy knows this and avoids it. Kids are discriminating, yo.

So, after our week of "it's lost, Micah" we learned to keep a spare Woody or two on hand. There are currently 2 in my closet. Or WERE 2. I keep them in a plastic shopping bag on the top shelf in my walk-in closet. You cannot see through the bag, and it's rather hidden-ish behind clothing. ON PURPOSE. And while Micah is in my closet every now and then, his goal is to find a pair of slippers or a skirt to wear. He never pokes around, and can't even reach the top shelf.

And then one day that changed. Micah turned over a laundry basket, pushed it over to the shelves in my closet, climbed atop it, and looked inside that bag. He found the mother lode. I let him play with them and when he was at school the next day, Woody and Woody became part of the Witness Protection Program.

I put the pair of booted heroes in the chest in the living room. The chest that holds my photos and scrapbook supplies. The chest that nobody ever opens for any reason because I haven't scrapbooked in 5 years. The chest that Micah has never, ever, EVER opened.

So guess what I found him doing just a few days after the Woodys were whisked away to a new life of secrecy?

I am beginning to believe that the boy has a super power. It's like the toy is a magnet and he's inexplicably attracted to it. He can find a Woody anywhere. It's simply amazing. The catch is that it has to be a Woody that he shouldn't have, not one that he lost himself. Everyone has their kryptonite.

5 comments:

Karen Deborah said...

that is so funny and you seem to have a regular army of Woody's. Have you seen the movie yet?

Michelle said...

This just makes me smile. I love it. That is an impressive array of Woodys, and I know you - and Micah - are a true connossieur. If only he could do that with lost car keys. More on that to come....

Trisha said...

With the newest movie out, is it easier to find Woody dolls now - or are they the wrong ones?

Teresa Dawn said...

Have you ever thought of renaming him "Andy"???

caramama said...

Like a bloodhound for The Forbidden Woodies!