covert action

Periodically we get catalogs from toy companies that sell the twee hippie toys we like to think we favor -- nothing too plasticky or battery-operated, despite the popularity of same with the girls. Sometimes L gets to one of these catalogs before we do, and she describes it as "her magazine" while wistfully gazing at the pages.

The ante was upped today by the forces of commerce but they lost round one as R got to this before L could, and made sure it was safely hidden away somewhere.