All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.
This was on one of the kids' list one year. Santa didn't bring it.
I bought that for my niece when her brother was born, she absolutely hated it. I still think it rocks.
I would totally buy it for a niece or nephew. I love to buy gifts I know my siblings would hate for their kids to have. Annoying stuff like corn popper push toys & electronic toys that are loud & go off at odd times. I think of it as payback.
Sometimes I worry about my 4 year old. He's obsessed with knives & talks about stabbing zombies an awful lot. And we don't watch The Walking Dead, so I don't know where he's getting that from. The kid is weird.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go on an overnight drunk, and in 10 days I'm going to set out to find the shark that ate my friend and destroy it. Anyone who wants to tag along is more than welcome.