Before I begin this post, I must stress that at the present time, I am not even CLOSE to a place in my life where I would be having kids.
But I would like to have them someday. And though I give my mother a hard time about the way she has quietly been putting toys and books aside "for the grandkids" for the last little while, I really do understand the sentiment. Every now and then, I will see something that is so fun or cute or unique that I am sorely tempted to get it for my future, eventual, oneday kids.
Like, say, a
Tauntaun sleeping bag:
This thing makes every single fiber of my Star-Wars-geek being sing and prance around in ridiculous glee. Look at the interior! It looks like intestines! The zipper pull looks like a tiny light saber, so when you unzip the sleeping bag, it's like you're Han Solo slicing open your tauntaun to put Luke inside! It has a tail and a saddle and a little pillow-head!
I know that actually buying something like this would be rather foolhardy. And yet....I just can't NOT buy it...!