Fercrisakes, he’s with those toys more than he is me. We eat dinner on the couch because the table is sprawled with plastic army men. He’s a grown man! He even makes the sound effects. Kboosh! Kpow! Today he told me he was looking on Craigslist for a ping pong table he could put in the garage. More real estate, he says. I suggested he just put them all in a box like every other adult did, and he tells me he’s trying to remember the things that make him happy. Oh, you can bet I took offense to that.