This is for every parent, aunty, uncle or friend that has ever walked into one of those insanely huge toy stores, the size of an airport, that are filled to the brim with the best and worst that the toy industry has to offer: you know the overwhelming feeling all too well.
As you stand at the bright, shiny entrance, all of your senses being drawn to multiple displays at the same time, a sense of overwhelming helplessness as you wonder in which direction you should turn to begin your long search for just one item.
You glance around, hoping someone who works there will come and help you but they all seem to be on a break.
As you stay, glued to the spot in terror, your three children each run in a different direction and your ears fill with three simultaneous shouts of, “Mum, mum, mum, can I get this?”
That was me a few years ago. I was like a newborn lamb who was learning to walk, a complete novice when it came to navigating the insanity that is shopping for a single toy for a child, fully expecting your children to understand that we are not here for them.
Now I shop for toys LIKE A BOSS, fully in control of my crazy and demanding children. I liken myself to one of those army people who barks out orders and they want to hear back is, “Yes Sergeant,” or whatever.
Top Comments
I always find it hard to know what to buy the nieces and nephews. I'm never entirely sure what they're into at the moment. A couple of the boys love Lego - but they already have so much of it, I don't want to double up. Luckily they're getting older, so last Christmas they all got gift cards from the toy shop. I was happy, they were excited to choose whatever they wanted - win-win as far as I'm concerned!