Little boys love dump trucks. One of mine and Jimmy's favorite memories from when Travis was a little guy was the fact that every time we would drive him past a construction site he'd shout, "Tractors diiiging!" And the love for those mighty machines has been handed down right through all of his younger brothers.
So during our most recent trip to the library, the little boys and I chose a few books about dump trucks. While reading through them (over and over and over again) I realized that though Travis and Sam had each had their own toy dump trucks as preschoolers, Ben and Jack never had. And I decided that a boy not having a dump truck was like a little girl not having a baby doll and vowed to myself that I would remedy that situation as soon as I could.
Travis and I went on a little date to WalMart that very evening where I shocked him by announcing that we were there to buy toys (doesn't happen very often around here). As we made our way to the dump truck aisle, I saw that there were three price options. Being the frugal mommy that I am, I chose a medium sized toy for Ben and a smaller (cheaper) toy for Jack. They weren't the official metal Tonka trucks that I'd hoped to get, but they were cheap and I figured they would do the trick.
Well, later that evening after I'd sent a message to a friend telling her that I had bought the boys trucks as a surprise for the next morning she replied by telling me to enjoy feeling like "supermom" when their little faces lit up with excitement. And that's when my heart sank. I was really sad that I'd chosen the cheap little trucks for them when I really could have gone "big". Jimmy saw my disappointment and encouraged me to go back and get the real dump trucks, so I did. And I was so glad. And even though I know they would have been excited about those cheap little dump trucks, it was really fun to "go big" and surprise them with a little bit of extravagance; an unexpected blessing.
And it was pretty heart-melting to see my little boys napping with their dump trucks.
Dump trucks for little boys joy...
So during our most recent trip to the library, the little boys and I chose a few books about dump trucks. While reading through them (over and over and over again) I realized that though Travis and Sam had each had their own toy dump trucks as preschoolers, Ben and Jack never had. And I decided that a boy not having a dump truck was like a little girl not having a baby doll and vowed to myself that I would remedy that situation as soon as I could.
Travis and I went on a little date to WalMart that very evening where I shocked him by announcing that we were there to buy toys (doesn't happen very often around here). As we made our way to the dump truck aisle, I saw that there were three price options. Being the frugal mommy that I am, I chose a medium sized toy for Ben and a smaller (cheaper) toy for Jack. They weren't the official metal Tonka trucks that I'd hoped to get, but they were cheap and I figured they would do the trick.
Well, later that evening after I'd sent a message to a friend telling her that I had bought the boys trucks as a surprise for the next morning she replied by telling me to enjoy feeling like "supermom" when their little faces lit up with excitement. And that's when my heart sank. I was really sad that I'd chosen the cheap little trucks for them when I really could have gone "big". Jimmy saw my disappointment and encouraged me to go back and get the real dump trucks, so I did. And I was so glad. And even though I know they would have been excited about those cheap little dump trucks, it was really fun to "go big" and surprise them with a little bit of extravagance; an unexpected blessing.
And it was pretty heart-melting to see my little boys napping with their dump trucks.
Dump trucks for little boys joy...