I'm going to reveal something here that not many of you know about me. Alexander was not my first child. I also have a son named Bogunther. He was delivered one Christmas morning when I was... well, let's just say I was too young to be a mother. Bogunther had the cutest, chubbiest cheeks, the roundest little button nose, and beautiful blue eyes. His father was a rich man. A man named Xavier Roberts.
Oh yes, that's right, I am a child of the '80s and I'm talking about an original Cabbage Patch Kid. My brother crept into my room early that Christmas morning and ruined the surprise. "You got a Cabbage Patch Kid." 25 (ish) years later, my dad rescued Bogunther from a cramped toy bench and my sons have inherited him. (Dad, please don't tell everyone how I allowed Bogunther's three "sisters" to be Freecycled off to new families!) Alexander has taken to his much older brother with enthusiasm, taking him on a tour of the house in his shopping cart, shoving him upside down into the exersaucer, repeatedly taking his clothes off and then making me put them back on, and even inviting him to a slumber party in his room. While I was capturing the moment, I noticed another relic from the '80s right there on the floor. Justin's old Pound Puppy. '80s toys can never be beat. No wonder we couldn't part with ours. Seriously.