My husband appeared at my office door a little after 9 p.m. He looked in and paused. He must’ve been waiting to see if I was writing, which is what I’m usually doing at nine o’clock at night. But I wasn’t working on my writing.
“You don’t want to know what I’m doing!” I said.
He walked into my office and glanced at the computer screen, which didn’t have a Word document open. He looked puzzled as he stared at the screen.
“That’s right, I’m shopping for Little People!” I said disdainfully.
He laughed, walked around my desk, set some envelopes down on my desk, grabbed our return address stamp and glanced at the screen before he began stamping.
“Yep, I’m shopping for Little People furniture, to be exact.”
“Why?” he said, as he pressed down the stamper to the first envelope.
“Because Lynn’s taking them with her when she finishes.”
BACK “STORY”: Lynn is my daughter’s EI speech therapist who has been coming to the house since she’s 15 months old. She often brings toys that she incorporates into our therapy sessions. Isabelle turns three soon, which means EI comes to an end. Therefore, I need to give all of Lynn’s toys back to her. The only things that still remain in our house are the Little People since Isabelle has LOVED playing with them. Knowing that Lynn was going to be leaving, I’ve been bidding on Little People from the 1990’s, which are the ones Isabelle likes, on eBay. And it’s not easy, I might add. Believe it or not, there is a huge market for Little People. The vintage ones, which are from my days as a kid, are a choking hazard, so I have to be sure not to buy those. She isn’t all that into the look and feel of the present-day ones. Therefore, I am on a search for the Little People of the ’90’s that are used, but still in good condition. I know. It’s crazy that I’m sacrificing writing time for this.
“She’s going to go nuts when she takes those Little People out of here,” Marc said.
“No, she won’t. I’ve been clandestinely sending her home with them every week. I put them in bags and hand them to her when Isabelle isn’t looking.”
He looked at me quizzically.
“Though I accidentally gave Lynn the wrong baby and high chair,” I admitted.
“What?” he asked.
Ashamed to admit it, I told the truth, “I ordered a new Little People baby and high chair and I accidentally gave Lynn the new one instead of the old one, which belonged to her.” (Trust me, I’m much more careful with my own child than with the Little People figurines!)
He chuckled at me. “What are you buying now?”
“I need more furniture and figurines. But it’s hard, ya know. The furniture here is all vintage. And I just lost an auction for figurines.”
“You probably bid too low,” he told me. (Since when is my husband an expert in Little People auctions!)
I went into my account and showed him that I lost the auction by three bucks.
“Yeah, I guess that was too low.”
“Thanks honey,” I said.
“What can I do?” he asked.
My husband went off to the kitchen to get me a glass of milk.
“I should write about this!” I called after him.
* * * * *
And here I am… I took a break from my Little People bidding to write this slice of life about the Little People. Granted, I could just let them disappear from our lives, but Isabelle LOVES playing with them. While they’re not my toy of choice for her, I love the way she’s developed play scenarios with them. This afternoon she was very quiet while I was making her lunch. I looked into her play room and saw that she had set up multiple tables for the Little People to sit at and was pretending to feed them lunch. As I was preparing for dinner, I overheard her having the Little People have conversations with each other. I have no idea what they were saying, but she was engaged and enjoying herself.
So, back to eBay I go!