I have a tendency to buy Little E useless crap on a regular basis. You know what I mean, the toys made in China that look cute at the store, but will inevitably cause you a trip to the emergency room because during a moment of spontaneity, you decide having hot sex somewhere other than the bedroom is a good idea, resulting in you and your husband riding legos down the stairs.
Lord help me now that we have a son, I’m libel to end up with a GI Joe up my ass.
Anyway, this is not one of those useless toys. And, although the Music Man looked at me blankly as I proudly displayed my find, I am convinced Little E will remember this toy until she has kids of her own.