A mailman. Because then he could bring a "ball thing" to all the boys and girls.
This new fascination with the mailman started last week when we received a toy catalog in the mail. One of my favorite things to do with Elian is to look through toy catalogs with him. But now that he sort of grasps the idea that you can actually GET the things in the catalog, it's added a whole new dimension of frustration to his world.
We were casually paging through the toy catalog when I pointed out a marble run much like his but a little more elaborate with an elevator that actually lifted the marbles to the top. We had talked about buying him add-on pieces to his marble thing since he plays with that toy so much. It looked like this marble thing was compatible with the one we had. So I thought, heck, it's only $29.99, maybe we should just buy it. And since his gift-getting opportunities (Christmas and birthday) are blown within two months, he doesn't get many fresh toys throughout the year.
So when Papa gets home, he shows it to him and Papa and I discuss the pros and cons to that marble thing. Later that night, I return home from walking Norman to find Elian and Papa perusing the World Wide Web in search of the perfect marble thing. Apparently they found it -- and it was ordered. Apparently also, the people at this marble-thing company are the slowest order-fulfillers the world has ever known. Every day since then, the boy has woken up inquiring about a visit from the mailman. Every day we have to tell him it's not coming (Ed hasn't received notice of its shipment yet). And every day there are tears.
The worst part about it, is now, somehow he's a little confused and thinks he's getting the one with the elevator. But he eventually picked one out online that did not have an elevator. Hopefully he'll forget by the time the one they ordered arrives.
If it ever does.
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