the spoils of childhood

my nephew got christmas gifts before he was born. i got him some stuffed dinosaurs that are now in his crib (if i remember correctly). it seems that his luck continues; i went to buy a belt for myself, second-hand. i figure it's a good idea to buy as many things as possible used. shirts are easy; pants are nearly impossible, same for shoes. if you wanted to be particularly insistent, you could do it, but i am not that committed. though i found belts, none fit. i found this fantastic rocking horse that is a pig, however, attractively priced at less than the cost of a large stuffed animal. it's maybe 3 ft long and 2 ft high, gray with red trim. soft on the outside, sturdily constructed on the inside. not something a less-than-one-year-old baby can enjoy. by the time this child reaches the age where he can play with toys like this, my sister will probably have no place to put all the toys people have given him. i would like to believe my childhood wasn't like that. maybe his shouldn't be either.