Yesterday, I found the missing piece in Joe’s playtime repertoire: Sheriff Woody from Toy Story.

"I got Woody! It's a cool one," says Joe excitedly as he flies Buzz around the room and mimics what Andy does with the dolls in the movie.
It would have been the perfect present from Santa, but Joe was with me. Still, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. There were only two on the shelf and, with the Christmas shopping season starting, I didn’t want to risk losing out. (I’d been looking for the full-size Sheriff Woody since Joe scored Buzz from Uncle Jon and Auntie Tonya.) Besides, who knows when I’d be able to sneak out Joe-free to go shopping. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t sufficiently distract Joe from the basket contents to sneak it through the checkout lane and, ultimately, home. In fact, Woody was the only thing that seemed to wrench Joe away from Handy Manny’s workbench on display (which, though cool, is way too flimsy for Mr. Handyman himself. The kid stripped the plastic screwheads within minutes of being in the store! Oops. Maybe they shouldn’t have glued them in the display?). I even put Woody in the back of the car and purposefully didn’t unload our purchases when we got home. But Joe was having none of it. It was naptime and that kid wanted Woody. And he was going to nag and fight until he got it. He had already seen it in the store, held it during checkout, and, well, the Queen of Delayed Satisfaction (ha!) caved. (Surprise, surprise.) Two hundred little clipped plastic and metal ties later (don’t get me started), Joe was playing with his newest favorite toy. And just like in the movie, Buzz and Woody played together beautifully in the end. In fact, Joe is sleeping with Sheriff Woody right now.




















































































































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