Since we arrived at my parents' house yesterday, Isaac's constant companion has been a 25-year-old plastic bulldozer -- rather faded, a little chipped, totally non-electronic. It used to belong to my brother, was handed down to my cousins, and has now come back to us.He couldn't be happier even if we had gotten in line at 6:00 a.m. to buy something brand new at Toys R Us.
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