Vicki had a ride-on toy called an Ollie when she was little. For her baby shower before Samson was born, her Uncle Tim kindly scoured eBay to find an updated version for the yet-to-arrive Samson.
Because we have the original --- in all its early 1970s glory --- at our place, we left the newer model at my folks' house.
Guess who just discovered it? [Not to be outdone, Samson also "discovered" it.]
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that ollie is a old one, just a variatyimion, happy riding kids. Uncle
Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing.
I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer.
And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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that ollie is a old one, just a variatyimion, happy riding kids.
Uncle
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