sweet effay

...about having children is the fact that you no longer need to make excuses for playing with toys and generally acting like a twat. Toys in cereal packets have always been a great source of delight to me and I definitely choose the cereal with the best toy in every time. Many of these toys are still in my possession; Here’s one I got from a packet of Sugar Smacks (remember them?) back in 1969:

Cool, huh?

How does one justify hanging onto such things to Mrs effay? Simple: Tell her that they are steadily increasing in value every year. Of course, what I fail to mention is that we’ll be selling the living room carpet before I relinquish my Star Trek captain’s badge.

Anyhow, I digress. With the advent of the Little effay, I don’t simply have to look at the toys from cereal packets, but I can play with them too. Presently Coco Pops are coming with Lightsaber™ [sic] Mazes inside.* We’ve got two of them:

Now, the maze bit is obviously rubbish but, not only do they retract, they glow in the dark. Imagine the scene: Me ‘n’ the Little effay at high noon with the blinds down, charging up our Lightsaber™ Mazes under a reading lamp. I snap the lamp off and we run around the bedroom waving our respective weapons and making the whooshing sounds you do under such circumstances. “Use the Force young Skywalker!” I cry. She fixes me with a steely look and responds “Where’s the sauce, light scarlet?”

* In case anybody should think that I’m a Bad Dad, I should point out that I would never let the Little effay breakfast upon Coco Pops given the levels of sugar and God knows what else inside them. No, I selflessly eat them all myself just so that we can enjoy the toys.