Giant Robots!

Or, pretty small robots, really.

I got these plastic robots out of 25 cent machines at a pizza joint back in Bismarck when I was a kid.  They were so much fun!  I made up stories about their adventures--cosmic, star-spanning narratives...the robots traversing the galaxies, friends no matter what.

One great thing about being a kid is that you can play anywhere and no one gives you a weird look.  I remember one time, I was playing with these robots on a chain-link fence at a soccer and softball complex.  There was the freshly mowed grass, the cool metal of the fence, the vast sky overhead, and me--with the little robots jumping up the geometric spaces between the links of the fence.  I doubt anyone thought I was strange as I narrated a story in my head explaining the actions of these solid color wonders as they hopped up the fence.  If I did that in public now, I think I'd get some strange looks.

 Not that I don't get some strange looks, anyway.

Aida likes playing with them now...just this morning we had a tea party with all of them.  And a couple of her other friends, too.