Ham, 2, adores his grandparents—both sets. He asks about them every day, he is ecstatic to see them when he gets to, and when it’s time to say good-bye or I tell him we’re not seeing any grandparents today, he mopes or throws a tantrum. To Ham, his grandparents are rock stars. Or crack.
His love for his grandfolks has made him keen on the elderly in general: Wherever we go, he flashes smiles at old ladies and wizened gentlemen, waves at them, shakes their hands or gives them high fives as requested. He is like a toddling politician trying to win the geriatric vote.
Lately, he’s been playing with Happyland toys a lot. We have many, many Happyland figures. But these are the three he consistently chooses to play with:
The woman is the oldest one he could find. We don’t have any grandmotherly figures in our collection.
If Happyland ever makes a Retirement Home set, I’m getting it.