One of my foibles is that I like shopping (especially buying stuff) to make me feel better. As our budget has been extremely tight for ... well ... my whole adult life, I have tried avoiding going into stores, toy stores in particular, as to avoid that temptation. This past Tuesday, I decided to take a chance and go to one of my favorite toy stores, Toys "R" Us, with my youngest son, Rowen.
We were waiting for his brothers to finish their evening Catholic education class. Rather than drive all of the way home, just to drive back again, I took Rowen to the Jackson Crossing to walk around. We ended our trip at Toys "R" Us.
Rowen acted as though he had never seen the place before. He oohed and aahed over every toy we passed. Oddly, his favorite aisle was the one with the board games; he kept wanting to head back to it. I could tell that he was thinking about all of the things he could do with the toys and games that he saw. For a little while, I could remember when I felt the same.