I stood in front of the stuffed animal aisle, overwhelmed. I wanted Tony to have a teddy T-Rex. The only one they had was taller than he was and would not be something he would be able to carry around.
“I just want a dinosaur teddy bear,” I said in despair. “That’s all. Just a teddy bear that’s also a dinosaur. And not a freaking dinosaur wannabe wearing a watch and a pair of sunglasses! Is that too much to ask in twenty-first century America? Come on! And this is Boston! I thought you people could just bend over and pull anything you wanted straight out of your asses.”
“There are many teddy bear alternatives that will do just as nicely, Wiley, and I do wish you would choose one so we can go. And anything you pick here is going to look a lot nicer than that sad, pathetic teddy bear he’s currently dragging around.”
“Maybe I should get him a Cookie Monster.”
“He didn’t grow up in the seventies, Wiley. Honestly!”
“I don’t know what kids like these days!”