Whoa, the stores are already filled with everything a child could want for Christmas. Everywhere I look I am reminded the holiday for giving is just around the corner. Our lives are surrounded by commercials which seem to shout to my grandchildren and great-grandchildren: BUY! BUY! BUY! Recently I was bombarded by request from my 11 year old granddaughter, and my two 3 year old great-grandchildren as they watched TV and the next thing I hear is, “I want that, and that!”
Little do they know I have observed children for years. After all three of my grandchildren are grown and this is not my first pony show. I have watched and timed to the minute how long it takes them to abandon a new toy and play with the box it arrived in.
On several occasions I have seen them get more pleasure playing with creepy crawler creatures found in the back yard than with an expensive toy. When my grandchildren (now all grown up with the youngest being 20 years and the oldest being 25 years) were young I was sitting on the porch watching them play with a baby frog.
Preston (age 3 1/2) screamed, “Nana and Brittany! Come watch! Dakota taught a baby frog to swim!”
If these creatures knew their destiny they would probably avoid this play area. If they could see these little humans armed with kitchen spoons, forks, and butter knives coming for them, I am sure they would not travel so freely. Many hours have been spent collecting bugs, spiders, cricket, lizards, and even a snake who refused to do the ‘slide’ and escape these children.
It’s not unusual for them to bring their toys into the yard and let their imaginations take over. Just the other day the boys had found a cricket to ‘train’.They had it surrounded with there little a Power Rangers. I watched as they would let the cricket jump several feet before the Power Rangers captured it.
Knowing their love for creatures that creep and crawl, I may have found the perfect gift at The Cracker Barrel Restaurant. As I was paying my tab, I noticed ‘Bug Houses’ for sale. I was elated and bought one for each child. A strange gift, some people may say, but I envisioned this as a real estate purchase and was worth the cost.
After arriving home I called my daughter, Rachel, to tell her of my purchase, “You know how much I love the grandchildren and would wanted to give them something that wold last a while. Something they may not toss aside so quickly. Of course, I do feel sorry for the little creatures that will be captured and held hostage by the Power Rangers.”
My daughter seemed happy as I delivered the bug houses the next morning. I smiled to myself as two boys and their little sister set up their own territories getting ready for what I hoped would be a fun filled day. I drove away patting myself on the back for my great idea.
Later that day, as dark of night approached the horizon, I received a call from my daughter. She didn’t sound like herself. I think she was hyperventilating. “MOTHER! Im standing on the toilet and I”m going to be here until YOU come and help collect these creatures that are crawling all over my home! The kids are crying because I stomped several of the bugs as they let them out of the bug houses! Your next real estate purchase will be for me! I AM READY FOR THE NUT HOUSE!”
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