The Holiday Angst of Grandparents
I saw myself in the older couple as they searched the toy store for just the right toy.
Days before Thanksgiving, I stopped in the local toy store, thinking I would look around and find something perfect for my grandkids.
Discussing markers in the same aisle was a gray-haired couple. “They get the ink all over themselves; maybe there is something better,” the woman remarked.
Personally, I was wondering what special item would keep two healthy toddlers content to wait hours for a roasting turkey.
The Miracle Toy
I thought I had discovered it in the Teeter Popper, a plastic scooped-out device they can rock in and try to balance. I figured if they have to be inside, they will still want to move and I can’t bring an entire playground in my car. The Teeter Popper just might be the perfect item for impatient toddlers.
“I think I found what you are looking for!” I called to the couple, holding up the bright hunk of plastic I was willing to shell out $44 to purchase.
I envisioned happy grandchildren and a peaceful living room of adults as they rocked and rolled on this contraption.
