Matchbox cars, that is. And Micro Machines. Several weeks ago we traveled to my husband’s hometown to clean out a storage building, and in it, among other things, was a box of cars from my husband’s childhood. Of course, my tiny gear-head was overjoyed to find the box sitting in the kitchen when he woke up from his nap today. I love seeing my kids’ tiny little fingers around the old toys. There’s also something wonderful about seeing my husband play with them with his kids. I guess little boys don’t change much, do they?
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