(c) Mommy Needs Vodka
At first it seemed innocent enough. I bought my son a pair of Toy Story flip flops last summer.
Next thing I knew they were watching T.S. at daycare nonstop. Then my d.c. lady showed me her “Toy Story Room” rife with every version of Buzz and Woody dating back over 15 years. It was her “collection.”
I’ve never understood the whole concept of “collecting” things, either. Why “collect”? Seems like more shit to have to dust later….