We have these new neighbors--they have grandkids my age, so you do the math. These are the same neighbors we stalk whenever they have the Big Orange Trucks working in their yard. (http://sexynaptime.blogspot.com/2010/05/sexy-mouse-in-hole.html)
They came over on Sunday with a bag for Baby Boy.
"This isn't a gift," the man clarified. "We found these trucks in our basement when we moved--hell, they must be 40-years old. You make the call if they are safe."
(Translation: We found these old pieces of crap after we had made all the dump runs we planned on, so...it's his birthday around now isn't it?)
Before I could do the Death Toy inspection, BB had ripped open the bag and the clanging of metal parts hit the floor.
He won't let these newfound gems go. As I follow him around wondering how much of the lead paint he is inhaling or upon what jagged edge he had punctured a lung, I imagine the couple smiling to each other knowing they have found a way to keep us out of their yard.
As least until I file a lawsuit.