I sympathised but neither of my kids have ever really had a tv or toy obsession (yes, I realize I'm most likely heading into Barbie territory, but that's at least a few years away, right?) so I wasn't really connected.
But that's all changed.
You see, around here they do a wonderful job of not overloading the kids with candy on Halloween. Cass and Rosey both had great things in their bags like little Halloween snowglobes, whistles, chips, juice boxes, fruit snacks, stickers, dinky cars, stuff like that. Obviously there was some candy, but not the slew of chocolate I was expecting. Which was definately okay. (But no flavored tootsie rolls! I may have to do an internet search....)
Cass is almost to the end of his stuff. He very methodically picks out two things he eats every day. He's been so good at spinning this out that we've let him handle it, and so I was unprepared when he thrust two small packages in my lap.
Pokemon cards. I stifled a shriek. Isn't he too young for those?
"What are those?"
"It's a (think Jessica, think)
Well, that didn't slow him down. He was already flipping through them, eagerly looking at the pictures.
"Can you play it with me? Look how cool! This one looks like a big fat worm with a chicken head."
"No, sorry, honey. Mommy has no idea how to play." (Said truthfully, but not...really...sorrowfully.)
So he was happy looking at all the cards. In fact he carried them around for a few days, sorting, mixing, talking about the different beasties. I watched with a jaundiced eye and figured I was going to have to actually read a book? watch a show? Get the local eight year old to teach me? learn the game.
I was steeling myself to ask the librarian if there were any Pokemon tutoring classes for adults when.....he stopped carrying them around.
Then Rosey had three of them that she was busy coloring on. And B started using one as a bookmark.
So I breathed easier. Perhaps, just perhaps, our house had scooted under the Pokemon radar. Just a couple more years without anime taking over everything from the games he plays to the clothes he wears, please?
And then yesterday? He brought out two more packs and laid them in my lap. They were in Rosey's bag.
And the obsession begins again.