As I’m sure all of our blog posts are carefully perused, studies, re-read, analyzed, memorized, and then recited, I’m sure you’ll recall mention of the giant inflatable beer stein that Uncle Ryan gave to 1st-cousin once-removed Greg at Christmas time.  By the time it was opened and inflated I’d run out of energy to take any more pictures, and the camera was sitting neglected on the mantle.  Fortunately Great Uncle Dick was still clicking away, so that you have the opportunity to see our little boozers-in-the-making.

It really is amazing.  We have so many toys, but then the boys will get a hold of an empty formula container and its their new favorite toy.  Or you can give them a potato masher.  Or a cordless drill.  And they’ll be pleased as clams.  Also dead, or soon would be, but usually their power-tool use is at least loosely supervised.  The only conclusion I can draw is that toymakers are really, really bad at their jobs, if they cannot purposefully design something more entertaining than a roll of toilet paper.  And yet, try as I might, I can’t predict what toy might capture their attention beforehand.

Oh well, so I won’t make my millions as a toymaker.  Easy come, easy go.