In my house we talk about the disappearance of Farmer Joe as if an
actual family member has mysteriously disappeared. Farmer Joe is a
Little Person - of the Fisher Price clan. We're not exactly sure what
did Farmer Joe in. There's still a chance he's just in hiding (and who
would blame him). He could be under a bed or behind a bookshelf. Who's
to say really. But given what I know has gone down with a few of his
friends, I'm not optimistic about his return.
When toys
disappear, especially toys with faces, I can't help but think of Toy
Story. How awful would it be to a child's toy! Sure there are adventures
and hugs, but not every toy gets to be Woody. Toddlers love to send
their toys on walkabouts. Often, those toys don't come back.
Em
has been shaking down the toy community for a while now. First there
were the dinosaur magnets. Originally collected from cereal boxes,
they've been living a fairly peaceful existence on the fridge for the
last six years. But now it seems two of those dinosaurs have become
extinct. This morning I rescued another from near extinction after he
went for a flight off our second floor balcony.
Emily
has discovered the garbage can and I have discovered that it's become my
job to check that can every 20 minutes to see if anyone has been dumped
like a dead body in a land fill. I've discovered plastic farm hay,
animals and rings, but I fear Farmer Joe was dumped before I was aware
any of this was happening. I fear his will become a cold case, never to
be solved.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
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