THE NEW TOY
We stopped by one of our favorite summer
flea markets the other day.
And, among the suits and dresses, bottles
and lamps, knick-knacks and hotdogs, there was
a three-dollar bargain we just could not pass up.
So we bought it for its utilitarian value
(and perhaps a bit of nostalgia, too).
And, before we could pay for our "antique"
our kids were pulling and pushing on it.
And, it wasn't long before they were fussing
and screaming and yelling and crying for their
turn with the new toy. (Oh if only they'll do
that when they are teenagers.)
What was the new toy? Oh yes, we forgot to
mention... it was an old push mower.
(This article was written in 1977)