My monkey collected over 200 items for the local food pantry at his birthday party on Sunday. And by over 200, I mean 201. That's the final count.
And the grand total of tiny little action figures that will be left on his floor and stepped on by his mother in the middle of the night, games that will break after a week, and trinkets with one hundred pieces that don't really look like they belong to the toy but CAME IN THE BOX SO THEY MUST DO SOMETHING, DAMN IT!!! is a whopping zero.
The number of nervous breakdowns I've had since the party because all the little toys and packaging is laying all over my house plus the number of temper tantrums the kid has thrown because THIS TOY DOESN'T DO WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO! also equals zero.
Life is good.
And the grand total of tiny little action figures that will be left on his floor and stepped on by his mother in the middle of the night, games that will break after a week, and trinkets with one hundred pieces that don't really look like they belong to the toy but CAME IN THE BOX SO THEY MUST DO SOMETHING, DAMN IT!!! is a whopping zero.
The number of nervous breakdowns I've had since the party because all the little toys and packaging is laying all over my house plus the number of temper tantrums the kid has thrown because THIS TOY DOESN'T DO WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO! also equals zero.
Life is good.
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