This past weekend I went to G'burg with a group of gal pals. So on our way home we search out a last minute tourist crap-trap store so we can take home a treasure or two to our eagerly awaiting children. One friend spots a Cherokee Indian Trading Store and promptly reminds us, "My kids LOVE fake Indian crap!" Well, who could resist??? And laws was she right. My two sons woulda bankrupted me had they been there to see all that Made in China/Indian crap. And it pains me to say this, but I spent a wad of cash there that I am currently trying to repress into my murky subconscious (MR B would be PISSED if he knew how much money all that junk cost...). Anyhoo.... the boys LOVED all that fake Indian crap! Of course the boomerangs broke pretty quickly, the dried peas for the pea shooters spilled on the carpet within minutes... But the unquestionable hit of the fake Indian crap has been the rustic stone/wood tomahawk that I bought for big kid. He came down to breakfast with it this morning and laid it by his cereal bowl, he watched the movie last night holding the tomahawk, he rode his scooter holding the tomahawk. And honestly, it does look like a pretty serious weapon that could split open a skull or two. All the kids in the hood are begging to hold it, and I am a little worried about my glass coffee table as big kid nonchalantly hoists it around the house ...What the hell was I thinking???
FYI-lil brother got a wooden sling shot.... I'm not that big of a fool at least.
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