My neighbour has the luckiest kid in the world. Or possibly the most spoiled kid in the world.
Over the last couple of weeks the weather has been encouraging (forcing) folks around here out into their gardens. To which I am no exception. After 4 years of living in a tenement it's lovely to have a small patch of grass to sit on while the sun is out. From my sloped back garden I overlook the back lawns of several very gorgeous and very expensive homes. It is here that the child and his parents reside.
Over the last week I have seen this 3 year old boy playing with:
- His own large play park type thing with swings and slides and monkeybars. This is a permanent feature at one end of the garden and has deluxe written all over it.
- His own sand box that is HUGE!
- A paddling pool, that well, it's a small swimming pool really.
- A motorised car. I can't even drive (yet) and yet here is a toddler zooming around the garden like a miniature formula one driver.
- One of those flower things that you attach a hose to that splashes water.
- His very own bouncy castle. Yup, you heard me, his very own full size bouncy castle.
Is it just me or is that a bit much for one 3 year old?
I could go on to talk about how spoiling such a small child in this way might not be good for his development. Or I could talk about how such things were unheard of in my day. Bouncy castles were at fetes and to get a decent sandbox you had to go to the park and hope that no drunks had weed in it the night before. Or I could just be honest.
I would quite like to steal his toys.
I, a woman 20 years his senior want to steal the toys of a three year old.*
I must be evil.
Oh 1 month in blogging today, hooray!
* Especially the pool and the bouncy castle.