A dragon crowns the fridge, a miscolored gremlin winks at me, the table is filled with heads and trophies.

My grandfather’s newest hobby, collecting lost toys he finds on the streets. Everyone else jokes: “he’s stealing from little girls” .

On the table besides an assortment of McDonald’s toys based on movies you have a faceless Lego, an amused (angry) bird, a cross between spock and the hulk, plastic ducks, Mario and a deformed hello kitty tied with rubber bands to a shot glass, a well dressed snowman, a pencil with a jester’s face. Oh and two dogs, one wags his tail my grandfather points out.

Getting old seems kinda fun.