Buzzin' about

My boy is having a bit of a Buzz Lightyear phase. It seems The Wiggles are slowly being nudged out in favour of the Space Ranger from the Toy Story movies (which I must say I have not seen - basically, if Toy Story is in the DVD player it means Mum is busy!).

On Saturday morning I was feeling a bit blah, mainly from a shocking night's sleep on Friday night. The little one was a bit snotty and didn't properly settle until midnight. Then at 4.45am E, who had gone to bed in his 'glow in the dark skeleton' PJs, cries out for me. When I stumbled in to ask him what was wrong, this is what he said: "Muuuuuuum, my skeleton isn't glowing any more." Mate. You woke me up for that. Not impressed.

Anyhow, I digress. I was feeling rather tired and oppressed so I snuck out of the house for a spot of op-shopping. I find it to be the only truly guilt-free form of retail therapy for one who doesn't have a great deal of income...

The universe must have sensed the black clouds hovering just above my head because I had a great time wandering about and picked up a nice black trench coat (in need of a dryclean but otherwise fine), a pretty top, barely worn boy's shoes in E's next size, and this...



A Buzz Lightyear dress-up suit. I didn't see it at all, but I heard a little boy running around the shop saying "Destroy Buzz Lightyear" and smiled to myself, thinking that was a familiar refrain at our place. Next thing I hear the mum say "No, it's too small for you..." I seized the opportunity, tapping her on the shoulder and saying that if she wasn't going to buy it, could I?

I didn't even look at the size and - amazingly - it fits! A bit short in the legs, but who's complaining. Certainly not the boy who's been wearing it pretty much since the minute he got it...