Never let your 4-year-old go to a yard sale by himself

Before I get any angry comments, let me clarify that I didn't actually let him go to a yard sale "alone". He went with his sisters to a friend's yard sale just down the street. He brought his own money, and apparently he made his own choices. When he struggled in the door with this baby, he had such a look of pride on his face that I couldn't bear to tell him it was hideous. But all I could think was, "Dear God, how am I going to get that thing out of the house?"

I'm thinking of A Christmas Story where Mrs. Parker "accidentally" breaks Mr. Parker's "Major Award." ("Only one thing in the world could've dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window. ") For those of you who are hard-core Christmas Story fanatics, you can actually purchase a leg lamp just like Mr. Parker's at this store.

Well, I've learned my lesson. At least he can keep it in his room and use it as a night light. And hopefully he can keep it safe from my clumsy fingers.