Woody: T-O-Y, toy.
Buzz: Excuse me, I think the word you're searching for is "space ranger".
Woody: The word I'm searching for, I can't say, because there's preschool toys present.
What is a toy? One definition I found was "plaything: an artifact designed to be played with". To this, I am content to say, I am happy to live the life of a toy.
My toy persona changes daily. Some days I am a professional wrestler as the boys leap from the couches, as if it were the top rope, knocking me senseless. Others I am a great adventurer leading them through the dark shadows of the basement. And still others, I am just the jungle gym. My arms, ropes they scale to reach my highest peak.
Just the other day, I was a ninja. We chopped and kicked, wrapped in our dark pajamas. We made throwing stars out of duct tape and knocked down cup targets scattered about the room that represented hordes of attacking Huns. No eyes got put out this time around, but then again we have not made our swords yet.
The greatest fret of a toy is that someday they will be replaced by the newest plastic polymer space ranger, at least that is what Woody tells me. I know that one day, my boys will grow up, they will fall in love and it will be time to cleave from their parents. Such a messy sounding word, to cleave.
Hopefully these times we have shared let them know they can always return to talk or play and the importance of playing with their own children. Until then, I am happy to play and be a toy.