Yesterday I went to Pop Expo here in Ottawa (and met John Barrowman squee!) and I decided to bring some blind boxes home to the kid as a treat.
For those of you who are unaware, blind boxes are boxes you can buy that could have any one of a set of toys in them. The kid loves watching YouTube channels where they open these blind boxes and blind bags, and I knew she would be excited when she got these ones. I got her two Disney ones and two My Little Pony ones and set them aside for her to open this morning.
She woke me up early – as always – and watched the iPad for a while. I got her a morning snack and we talked a bit and then I remembered these boxes that I had and brought them to her. She was very excited, narrating as she went along, and very happy with her little toys. One of the Disney ones had a little Alice.
Side note – I also got myself some blind boxes – say hello to the Guardians:
So here’s the kid, looking at her new little toys, excited that she got some blind boxes to open, and then Alice’s head come off, and I wanted to cry.
You see, my kid, there’s this thing about her that I remember so vividly from my childhood. I used to ruin things almost as soon as I had them. I would spill on new clothes, break a new toy, draw on a book. I was a destructive kid and sometimes I joke about it now, but having all my stuff go from new to ruined almost instantly really, really sucked sometimes.
So now my kid breaks something, accidentally or on purpose, she draws on one of her dolls, she takes something apart and can’t put it together – it all reminds me how tired I got of being the one that ruined things. And I still fear started in one some things just in case I end up messing them up, like my kid for example.