A group of children huddled around something at the paved end of the park. My child scampered along to see what the excitement was all about. Can her mother be far behind?
So we all crowded around a child with a prized new possession, a shiny car. "Move back" he instructed everyone, glowing with pride and ownership. He remote controlled the fancy car to zip around in circles and arcs. We all clapped, yes the children and the one adult who had never seen these remote controlled things in action. "Now look what it does", the child announced,, with the air of a magician who had his audience hynotised. He did something to the control, the car came to a screeching halt.... yeah, okay, if it sppeds around surely it will halt.... and then the four doors opened, and four plastic bodies leaned out of each door like synchronised swimmers. No they were not swimmers, they were commandos in black, with guns that went rat-a-tat-tat with manic energy.
This was a toy.
An ADULT bought this toy for a child.
The adult might say," I had no choice, the kid threw a tantrum at the shop"
...but i will still hear, "I really give my intellect a break when it comes to trivial things like toys and play, I am a responsible adult who thinks about important things like the child's food and his future"