It’s late at night, and I ought to be going to sleep. But I am up, haunting Ebay.
I am not one of those Ebay junkies, you must understand. In fact, only tonight have I even registered on the site. It is my very first visit to the place. I have heard of it for years, of course, but I never really wanted anything badly enough to bother.
So, what has brought me here tonight? Why am I eschewing sleep to spend forty-five minutes competing for items on this website?
I am looking for a Little House on the Prairie dollhouse for my son, who wants one for his sixth birthday. Now, mind you, he also wants a wii, but we’ve made it clear we do not think that is an appropriate item for a small child. So, instead, I am trying to find a Little House dollhouse.
I cannot find one, unfortunately, although there are some fantastic other items. I bid on a Little House calendar for his wall, but I have no idea how the site works and am unlikely to check back in a few days from now to see if I need to up my bid. Then I see them. Trading cards. Little House trading cards. For sale, not auction. Of course, they are in Spanish, but no matter. He won’t care, and he will likely spend hours in his tiny little room, arranging and rearranging those cards on his bedspread. I doubt I’ll be able to wait till his birthday to give them to him, and they’ll probably be his next sticker chart reward.
I think we’ve dodged the wii bullet for at least a few more months.