Do you remember Stompers?
You know, those great little
monster trucks that went by themselves. They would go at regular speed with a
normal battery, OR you could hook them up to a 9 volt battery and they would
ROAR!! Good memories.
I hadn’t seen them in years when Dan and I happened upon
some while Christmas shopping. Dan instantly decided we needed 3. For the kids, of course....
We took them home and wrapped them up. We let the kids open
them on Christmas Eve. They were so excited. Well, ok, Dan and I were excited.
I think exciting toys are a little more prolific these days than when we were
kids. Rylie was really sweet and acted grateful, but she would much rather have
had something to do with ballet….. It was fun though. We had Stomper races and
monster truck competitions.
The newness has since worn off, and the Stompers are in the
bottom of the toy box. The other day Kade came across one. He’s our monster
truck enthusiast. He can play with them for hours. He was in the kitchen happily
playing trucks with Elijah. They were having a great time when Kade decided to
use Elijah’s head as a mountain for the Stomper to go over. Which wasn’t such a
bad idea except Elijah as lots of hair…..
Now those Stompers,
they're not cheap toys. Oh no! They're good toys, they're 4wheel drive. Not
just two wheels spin, all four wheels spin at once. Which is much better when
they are on your child's head eating up his hair. They take in more hair that
way. And Kade couldn't have put it in the back of his head, Oh no! He had to
set in right in the front where everyone would be sure to see the chopped off
bald spot. And, Oh yes, I had to chop off his hair because Stompers don't go in
reverse and let out the tightly held hair. Elijah didn't appreciate having a
4wheel drive Stomper hanging off his forehead at all. Some boys would have
thought that was cool, but he's not to that age yet. He just knew his hair was
being pulled and he was being bonked in the forehead by an unidentified object every
time he moved. I did what any desperate mom would do and I got the kitchen
shears out. (They were the closest scissors handy.) Elijah suddenly got really
nervous. Not only was there an monster truck hanging off his head, banging him
in the forehead and pulling his hair, now his mom was coming at him with a
large pair of kitchen shears. I had to have Rylie hold him down while I did the
worse job of hair cutting I've ever done in my life. (It couldn't have been the
kitchen shears....)
Elijah, not really caring much about how he looked, was very
happy to be free from me and the Stomper. Kade, on the other hand was not so
happy that there was a large amount of hair stuck in his truck.
Maybe we could nickname it, “Woolly Mammoth!” Ha! I crack myself up.
funny!
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