The morning started with yard sales. Hubby and Alexei moseyed off to a neighboring sale while I supervised the girls' choosing of fifty cent baby dolls from a very girly offering. Because we so needed two more baby dolls in this house. I casually asked the lady how much she wanted for the little blue Cozy Coupe police car sitting at the end of her driveway. She responded, "Five dollars." I stood for a moment, pondering. "Three dollars?" she asked. Sold. Because we so needed another ride-on toy in our lives.
That's Officer Hobie to you.
Believe it or not, we've managed to make it through four kids without ever owning one of these. I have to say, we missed out! The little guys tried it outside first, and then I did the only sensible thing one can do with giant plastic toys, and brought it indoors. Tile floors rock.
Coral and Hobie were taking turns, but it was soon apparent that what we *really* needed was another Cozy Coupe. A few minutes on craigslist, and we had located another one five minutes and five dollars down the road.
And then there were two Cozy Coupes.
Hey, when did Coral get one?
Hey, this is pretty neat.
Forget the police car, I want this one!
Eight dollars well spent.