This was the latest crisis to strike our household. One of the most precious members of our family... Woody was eaten by the large wolf/bear that we keep as a dog. Since we adopted Hobo there have been many sippy cup and toy casualties, I even lost my favourite pair of jeans to his vicious baby teeth. Poor Woody though, he was a very treasured member of the family. Even though there hasn't been a toy story movie in ages at least not since my kids have been born, Isaac has become really obsessed with Woody and Buzz.
As I watched the tears streaming down those sweet, chunky, toddler cheeks, I couldn't resist promising a trip to the toy store. It also might have had to do with the fact that I had just finished a twelve hour shift and the drive home had taken over an hour. I was exhausted and not capable of telling my baby that Woody was ok without a hand.
After a full nights rest and a cold cup of coffee the demands for the toy store wore me down enough that I gave in and fulfilled my promise. There was no way I was paying thirty buck at the disney store for an action figure that would probably be forgotten in a week so I decided on Value Village. They always have toy story things.
We drove into the city and battled the parking lot. We headed straight for the toy section and immediately found three different Buzz Lightyear dolls but there was not one single Woody to be had. We managed to leave will a cart overflowing with crap we didn't need (including cowboy hats, a roaring dinosaur, Anna and Elsa dolls, and so much more) but poor Isaac is still sad about his lack of a Woody.
As an act of protest Isaac decided that we all needed to watch Toy Story several times this evening to make up for our failure as parents.
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