Category Archives: Mommy Tales

Toys! Toys! It’s totally mind-boggling.
What will I buy? Ummm….. let me see.
Here’s the section for 3 year olds. My God!
These people are unbelievable. They have studied everything.
They know exactly what a 3 year old needs.

Toys for language development, fine motor skill development….
Wow! This one’s really great. It’s for preschoolers.
It teaches language, arts , mathematics and science.
I can see what he is learning and monitor his progress.
It’ll help me identify his interests and weaknesses.
Right now his biggest interest is throwing things around and his weakness…
I don’t know . Isn’t he perfect?
My God! I haven’t identified his weakness yet.
I hope it is not too late for that.

I should buy this.
How much does it cost? $69.99.

Wow! It must be really good.

So, what all things will I buy?
What will I not buy?
This is so confusing.
I want to develop him. I want to stimulate him.
He deserves the best, I’m sure.

It doesn’t matter he likes sweeping the floor, doing the laundry
and washing the dishes better than playing with his toys. He’s just staring out the window, watching a a squirrel and a bird and a leaf and a tree because I am not stimulating him enough.

I didn’t have any of these toys growing up.May be I am lacking in “Cognitive Development”.

Mommy scolds; baby cries.
“Chirp , chirp , Tweet Tweet.”
“Mommy, that’s a birdie , a birdie, a birdie.”
Baby happy.

Baby sprints from the shop without holding hands; mommy scolds.
Mommy angry, mommy frightened.
Scolds again, worries more.
Thinks,”What to do”?
Looks at the baby.
Baby smiling.
Shows Mommy a birdie. He says ,”Mommy sad. See birdie.”

I love going to BJ’s.
First we make the wonderful journey to the parking lot.
Then I get to say, “Red Light, STOP” and “Green Light, GO”.
Mommy also lets me pick a shopping cart. They have those really big ones.
So I can just sit or stand or lie down if I want to.
We always buy the cookie first.
Ummmmmmm , they are so yummy.
She even lets me eat one in the cart.
Then we always buy bread and milk.
It’s really fun sitting squeezed in between all those things.
Sometimes I even kick things in the cart.
(She doesn’t like it.)

The most important thing is there are lots of people.
I love people, especially babies.

It’s not all play. I have duties too.
I handout the BJ’s card, collect the receipt and hand it out to the guy at the exit.
I even say “Thank you” and “You’re welcome”.
Then I have to find our car.
At home I help her unload everything .
What can I say? I am a hard working guy.
Don’t you think I deserve a cookie?

Race you....

Mommy says we’re going out. Yay!
No, mommy, not through the laundry. It’s a shortcut. You’ll miss all the fun.
Here, follow me.
We have to take the longest route possible to the parking lot.
There is so much to see.
Run with me.
See … here comes a pickup truck.
Wait here . Another one will come soon.
No, it’s not that cold.
There comes another one.
OK. Let’s go.
Look mommy , a squirrel.
Wow! He’s sooooooo cute.
There’s a stick. There’s another one. There’s another one.
Let’s count them.
Wait. Stop.
I forgot to jump near the tree.
Let me go back.
One, two, three …jump. SEE.
OK. Race you to the parking lot.
There’s my car. Why are you shouting again that I should not run through the parking lot?
How else will we reach our car?
How many times do I have to show you this?
Once we reach the parking lot, we have to run to the car.
I don’t want to hold your hands.
I am a big boy.
But call me baby.
I can climb all on my own. I can even say SEATBELT.
Now let’s go wherever you want to go.
What ? It took only fifteen minutes to get to the parking lot?
Don’t worry Mommy.
Next time we will watch more cars or squirrels. That would be fun.

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