What is it really like to take a ride in the washing machine? How come all the toys don't get to sleep on the bed? And what does it mean to be a Plastic? Being the adventures of a knowledgeable stingray, a toughy little buffalo, and someone called Plastic, as the subtitle of Toys Go Out suggests, this book chronicles the adventures of three toys who belong to a six-year-old girl.
These unusual playthings come to life in the off-hours of the day and seek to figure out the mysteries of the universe, well, at least their universe, based on what they know of it. So, for example, when you are eight years old, you are all grown up and you can drive a limousine, and you brush your teeth without being told, and you have lots of money to buy all the chocolate you want, amongst other privileges. These characters become more and more lovable throughout the book and their personalities are revealed through the witty, and sometimes wise, dialogue.
Living with a six-year-old is rarely uneventful, and the toys find themselves in one situation after another where they grapple with insecurities as they face the unknown together. And if we step back, we can see that's a fair description of life for little ones. When you've only lived a few short years, new experiences wait around every curve. While it can be a little scary sometimes, you sort it all out according to what you've learned, taking great comfort in the friends you make along the way.
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