. . . . are better off left alone. Waffle Blocks being one of them. I can't begin to tell you the countless hours Ben played with these things. Every child during that time and after him has been smitten with "Waffle Block Fever" ~ cousins, nieces, nephews, grandies, friends of the kiddos. And rightly so. The imaginations that have come to life with these things is worth their weight in gold. Twenty-some odd years of imagination in my household alone. Ahhh. . . . the planning, the building, the final product, the fun of starting over. . . . the memories.
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| Pay no mind to Gumby. He's just here for support. |
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| Tractors, barns, and animals, oh my! |
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| So, left or right? |
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| Hmm. . . . lets see now. How should this go? |
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| Baby Girl has found a new pastime. |
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| The road in the town goes 'round-n-'round. . . |
The girls were occupied the whole time I scrubbed my ancient tub (can I say dynamite would make me happy?). They are thinking of them as I "speak". The question of the day is: "Mom-mom, are you going to clean anymore today?" By George, I think I've found a sitter!
You can't buy them any longer. As a matter of fact, I don't think they were on the market that long when they first came out. What a pity. I don't even think I've seen them at yard sales. My sister had/has pastel Waffle Blocks. Want them. I'm so very glad that I held on to Ben's. They will belong to his young-uns one day. And they will be smitten. And so it shall be that the "Waffle Block Fever" will continue. And my heart will sing.
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