The old man led us all through Toys R Us. "Don't look at a dang thing! I just need batteries!" He growled in disdain at the aisles of toys, my sister crying because she'd just been torn away from a tauntaun by my mom.
We'd almost made it past all of the shelves when I saw it. It was beautiful. It was majestic. It was a Mattel Masters of the Universe Castle Grayskull with Combat trainer and weapons rack. I stood and stared at it, my mouth hanging like the jawbridge. My dad sidled up, grabbed my ear and was ready to drag me away when he whispered the sentence, the mother loving phrase I'd dreaded since I saw the Fortress of Mystery and Power, "Your sister'll cry out, kid!"