Imagine my chagrin when Dusty started hauling out his entire Star Wars collection and overtook 1.2 of my new bookcase's beautiful, empty, waiting-to-be-filled shelves. Conviniently this case also sits in the living room, in plain view of everyone.
Here's a broader view:
And of course the entire procedure was punctuated with commenatry from him such as, "Oh, didn't know I had two of those!" Followed about thirty seconds later with, "Hmm... I have two of those as well!" *looks at me, quite pleased.*
I pull out the paper bag and start breathing into it. Can tell this is not going to be pretty.
Next there's, "Oh! Oh no... where's the rest of my X-Wing Series? There's nine. I only have four!"
Breathe Emily, breathe.
For better or for worse right? :)