Husband and I were talking about the dream toys we loved as kids and never got — for me, one of those multi-level, detailed doll houses with teeny-tiny-features, eg, fake food, etc., and for him, one of those elaborate toy train sets with real functioning trains. He had one friend whose dad set it up in the basement and it was apparently quite amaze-balls (sorry for the language foul. Soooooo very tired). We made some kind of airy promise if we ever have a basement, we would build both dream toys for our children…but it occurred to me the next day that our dream toys wouldn’t necessarily be the dream toys for our children. For them, it will probably be the ipad 2 or some rad app that I will refuse to buy them for whatever reason.