The mister's mom found a box of old toys in her basement.
In the box were the mister's old Transformers.
He was DELIGHTED when she gave them to him and I came upstairs with a basket of laundry to find him stretched out on the couch playing with them.
After spending several evenings with friends that have young children, the mister commented on the almost magnetic attraction he holds for small children. They swarm around him, hang off of him, sit on his lap and chatter at him, and generally adore him. "Why?" he asked. "Sweetheart," I replied, laughing a little, "you're a six foot tall four year old. Of course they love you."