When my children had grown past the ‘distract them in their carseats stage’ I still found myself pointing out firetrucks and ‘cowies’ along the road.  When they no longer needed things like dollies or cozy sleepers or Legos or squeaky, rattly, build-y toys I still paused at the ads for Toys R Us or Baby Gap.  I linger, now and then, over the glossy pictures of American Dolls and read with interest the reviews of picture books and even middle grade fiction.  We all know that I am a hopeless Young Adult fiction reader even now.