Ahhhh, another memory in the Toy Story saga of our lives.
We had (okay, have) a t.v. that was combined with a vcr. Almost exactly like this little beauty: Yes we still have it. We have a dvd player hooked up to it and we don’t watch vhs movies anymore. It’s in our bedroom and the kids can’t believe we watch t.v. on such a small, inadequate and outdated box. Oh well. They used to, too.
In this story Amber is very small. She called the movie, “Toy Tory.” S’s weren’t exactly her strong point for quite a few years. Anyway, she was very adamant about watching the movie one day. As soon as I put the movie in, the whole tv shut down. Just a small hiccup – this wasn’t the first time it happened and I could usually get it up and running again. But not this time. Amber started wailing for Toy Tory at the top of her scrawny, yet powerful little lungs. A cold sweat broke out on my brow. I tried and tried to get the stupid movie out (a screwdriver may or may not have been involved) with absolutely no luck.
I somehow appeased Amber with something else and the next day we took the tv to the repair shop. I thought the fix would be simple. Of course it wasn’t! It took a week to fix and at one point someone called me and told me the movie could not be salvaged. Toy Story had to give up its life so the tv could live. Again, I broke out in a cold sweat. No movie? No Toy Tory to babysit the kids so I didn’t have to listen to their constant screaming all day? How could Toy Story be so selfish? Couldn’t it have fought harder to live? Couldn’t it have given this poor mom a break?
At some point in the hysteria, I realized I could just go to the store and buy a new movie. Which I did.
Don’t judge me. I had a hyperactive 4 year old and Toy Tory crazed almost 2 year old. You wouldn’t be thinking straight either. Within an hour, Toy Story was back in the house. I think I saw a glimmer of a tear as I plugged it in.
The kids were happy, too.