Well, as a matter of fact, I did. A whole tub of things with claws, fangs, scaly skin, and the ability to fire projectiles or raise hidden spines or butt their rough and unattractive heads at you.

He was delighted. Possibly even thought them cute. He showed them all, and their violent extra features, to his mother and me, and amused himself pretty well while we talked business. I told him I would tell you that he enjoyed playing with your toys. Now I have.

Can’t believe I could have bought you such horrible-looking things, but they were part of the wonder of the world to him, that complete wonder that three-year-olds have.