Friends of ours recently gave our son a toy -- the Fisher-Price Little People castle and woodsman's house, complete with Little People in the form of, conveniently enough, royalty and the woodsman. We're calling the royal man and woman King Theo and Queen Anne, after the couple who bought the set (and the dragon's been dubbed Harry, after the couple's Welsh Corgi). They're not altogether fond of children, but they've taken a liking to our little squirt, possibly because he gives them quirky lines to quote. For example: the time when my sweet little one was at the store with my husband, who asked "What did Daddy forget?" And H said, all sweet and innocent, "Daddy needs beer." It's true. I was in the loony bin, he was all alone, and he, indeed, could've used an alcoholic beverage.
So H loves this castle. He gets the names mixed up and they become King Anne and Queen Theo, and he often flings Theo from the catapult. We didn't put the batteries in, so instead, every time the drawbridge flings open and the royal seat maneuvers onto the balcony to greet subjects, we trumpet "doo do doo-doo" with great enthusiasm.
Scary thing is, Mommy and Daddy like this toy, too. A little too much, perhaps. We've developed an adult storyline, in which the queen is sneaking around the king's back to have a torrid affair with the woodsman. We also added several other Little People from H's Fisher-Price school bus. So the king and queen suddenly have a blonde daughter and a redhead daughter -- neither one looking anything like her mom or dad. And interestingly, a little boy now lives with the woodsman as his son, of course, having been the love child of the queen and woodsman.
And if you think that's a little twisted, you should see what we can do with Lincoln Logs and a Thomas the Tank Engine train set.
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