Toys R Us

This week, in preparation for Asher's upcoming birthday, I entered a Toys R Us for what I'm pretty sure was the second time in my life.  I went once when I was a kid and was completely overwhelmed by the sheer multiplicity of toys there.  This week when I went I was just as overwhelmed, but when I was younger it was a "Wow!" sort of overwhelmage whereas the other day it was more of a "Yikes!"  I realize that there are smaller (and probably cheaper) places to buy toys, but seeing as how we have basically never bought Asher a toy in his life (myriads of playthings having been graciously provided by grandmas, aunts, and uncles), and considering that we are unlikely to buy him any more for some time, I wanted to see everything that there was to choose from.  

We walked up and down the six billion aisles that Toys R Us contains and selected exactly two toys for Asher's birthday:  a red soccer ball, and a boat (complete with a smiling walrus) for the bath.  We chose these particular toys because (and here we get to the crux of the matter) they were the two toys in all of that enormous toy store that most excited Hugh.  I have no idea what is so exciting to a twenty-six year old male about a big plastic tug-boat, but I do know that the second that Hugh showed interest in a toy of any description, every cell in my body screamed, "Quick!!! Something that Hugh likes!! Buy it NOW!!!!"  

Husbands of the world, what does this tell you?  That you have vast quantities of untapped power waiting to be seized!  If you have any kind of opinion regarding things like baby toys, baby clothes, which chick flick to watch, which article of clothing your wife should purchase or wear, which cute doodad you would prefer to have adorn that shelf in the living room, and a multiplicity of other similarly world-shaking topics, all you need to do is express it, and there is a good chance that your wife will melt into a subservient puddle and do exactly as you suggest.  That is, unless your opinion is stupid. :)