Beth brings us homecooked goodies. Jill walks our ancient dog, Bandit. Marilyn keeps my finger on the retail pulse (handy with the upcoming wedding). And Donna gives us nearly-new toys on a weekly basis.
Zach has been the beneficiary of all of the toys, of course.
A colorful tool set, complete with buzzing drill and full-size hammer, has been his fave. He has a thing for hardware, and the more accurately represented they are, the happier he is. (His dad owns nearly every tool carried by Home Depot, so there is a definite father-to-son hardware synergy thing working.)
Donna dropped off a few things last week. Zach was particularly captivated by this music machine:
If you aspire to be a one-boy band, this is the toy for you.
The best part was the card that came with it:
Followed by this exhortation:
After an inaugural concert, it was reverently
hidden tucked into Zach's diaper bag and driven to his house. For future concerts. That may require early departures.