We were in a local kitchen supply store when the kids discovered an egg beater hanging on display. They each claimed that they simply HAD to have one. And because I was raised on Teeny Little Super Guy, I almost relented. Instead, I brought them home to watch this clip:
They loved it, of course.
I was tickled that they felt they had to explain it to me.
"Get it, Momma?"
" It's a BIKE!"
"And those are training wheels!"
(as if, just maybe, I was too old to get it all by myself)