I am almost sixty years old. My parents are still alive and both in their eighties. So today I spent some of the money in my Christmas gift from Mom and Dad on a toy. I bought an action figure (don’t call it a doll even though it is) of Ezra Bridger, a Jedi Padawan from Disney’s “Star Wars Rebels”. Now, you may have been told (especially if you are from my generation) that big boys don’t play with toys… but that is total hogwash, propagated by people who are intent on sucking all the joy out of life… but not wives. No, I never said wives.
If you haven’t followed this particular line of idiocy in my goofy little blog, I confess to being a doll collector. I collect twelve-inch action figures and dolls. My wife helps me with the Barbie collection. I have Star Wars figures, Captain Action figures, movie figures, monster figures, super hero figures, and so on and so on into a twelve-inch infinity. I will be showing you more of the insanity of my collection in upcoming posts so that you can marvel at a man who plays with toys on into his second childhood.