Nostalgia

Being married to a nostalgic man definitely has its perks.  We have awesome family pictures from the 80’s, we have a big box of fun childhood memorabilia, AND we are the proud owners of an insanely awesome 1980's Ninja Turtle Trunk (Thanks James!) 

Fortunately, when my husband is with his brother, the nostalgia in the atmosphere doubles and hours of classic movies, endless quotes from Sandlot, and hilarious parodies of “Reading Rainbow” commence. So last year, when the two spent 39 hours traveling in a hot van together, I wasn’t surprised when the postman arrived at my door with a large box. I immediately texted Sean and told him about the mysterious package from North Dakota.  He wrote back, “Hmm… not expecting anything.”  Then approximately 2 seconds after that, I got another text that read, “Donatello?!!?”  I carefully cut open the packaging, and sure enough, there he was staring back at me. 

Apparently, somewhere between Amarillo and Corpus Christie, they decided to bid on this, and since nobody else wanted it as badly as them, it now lives in our home.  When he got home, he ooohed and awwed over the toy, while I did the Egyptian walk and sang the ninja turtle theme song in the kitchen. It’s the little things that make a marriage work, right?

After seeing how happy he was and wanting some of that kid-like-joy for myself, I began toying with the idea of purchasing some pogs, a few My Little Ponies (preferably the ones with a lavender/white mane), and a trampoline.  While I quickly talked myself out of the first two, I’m kind of stuck on the trampoline.  I mean wouldn’t it be fun to bounce your cares away?  Have your morning coffee and then bounce for ten minutes and get your head in the game? On second thought, that sounds like a pretty disastrous laxative.  Maybe I'll get an inflatable 3 foot pool instead and just float all summer long... decisions, decisions. 

What childhood toy would you get if given the chance??