Conner turned four years old this week, and he received enough combined money to go to Toys R Us to get a scooter. Of his own. That Garrett, the older brother, can't take away from him. (I know I'm prejudiced, but, uh...is this not the cutest birthday boy ever? I mean, really. Even if you took away the vest.)
They plan it this way. Put the coveted item at the back of the store. So that you have to stop at every aisle. And look at every toy. And you can't drag or yell at them because it's their birthday. And they have their own money to spend as they want. Within reason.
Finally! Mommy checks out the dozens of options and themes (Hot Wheels, Diego, Cars, Harley Davidson). Conner gets distracted. Mommy picks two and tries to get him to focus.
And the winner is ... HOT WHEELS! He actually wanted one exactly like Garrett's, but Melody talked him into a different color. He already had a helmet and pads, so with a little extra money he bought a Buzz Lightyear remote controlled car(spaceship), which I don't have a photo of. Oliver, my chihuahua, loves it (the unphotographed car/spaceship).