This past weekend, we were cleaning out our basement when we came across the long forgotten box containing our MIB (mint in box) collection. What was to become of it? Should we save it? Should we pack up the box and put it away? Perhaps the funds one day would pay for our son's first car, first semester of college, first bail? After 12-15 years of sitting in a darkened box, the toys came upon a crossroads more important than any Jedi trial.
My husband and I looked at the toys, looked at each other and we knew. We dusted off the boxes and took them upstairs where the unsuspecting boy was soon filled with glee and appreciation. We figured that well-played and loved beat the heck out of Mint in Box any day.