they're everywhere

Toy cars liter my world. These images are a few real life snapshots I've stumbled upon recently - just a few of what could be hundreds. I find toy cars in my bed, in the shower, in my work bag, the washing machine and underfoot every day. I've literally left work early and used precious vacation hours to go home to pick them up. I probably should have gotten stitches on the bottom of my foot from stepping directly onto the upright ladder of a fucking toy fire engine. That spot bled for hours and still hurts when I've been on my feet for awhile. ::I'mnotkidding:: Some parents stock up on snacks and juice before they leave the house for any period of time - we have to make sure the diaper bag and all little boy pockets are fully-loaded with toy cars. The point here is that I am the mother of two boys. Two boys being raised by two women (at least it's a fair fight). Two boys who we swore would have access to all kinds of toys, not just "boy toys", but dolls, kitchen toys, sweet little stuffed animals. ::Yeah, right suckers:: Bean's been obsessed with toys cars since he could reach for them. We still don't quite honestly know whether or not he's right or left handed as he always has a car in his right hand so often uses he left to do actual survival things - like eat. The baby buddha's following close behind in paying homage to die-cast metal. We don't stand a chance.