The Wheels on the Bus...

go round and round... round and round.

Inspired by that song, the Daddy wanted to buy the little boy with a toy car in the shop this evening. Problem was, because it was a supermarket, the number and variation of toys were limited. We only saw those that were apt for kids 3+ and I objected to buy them. The little boy doesn't need them yet. With the small parts that might choke him even if made of steel (he can't bite them), I am still very cautious. Up to the point that we're lightly arguing. Imagine. I consolingly told him that we're going shopping on weekend for gifts (for Jens' mate) anyway. We might as well buy the toy then. So we went home without any toys, just food.