A short story about Dad

This stuffed toy of grey mouse was bought by my sister when she was abroad. Recently she came back with her husband and gave the cartoon toy to Dad, said maybe Dad like it, she thought Dad was a kid?

Now let's see what happened then ...

At first, Dad saw it with a bit curious, then asked "what is this?"
"It's a cartoon toy, a mouse. Is it cute?" WIth mo answer, Dad watched it again seemed no interested in it. but we thought the mouse looked lovely. Its size is good for hold by hand. I put it on Dad 's bed. After seconds, he picked it up, and threw away on the floor beyond my expectation. I picked up again and threw it back to him.the poor mouse was fallen down on floor again and again and ...

I laughed loud, Dad got a bit annoyed, but not really mean it. He just didn't like the grey mouse on his bed, and I wanted him doing some exercise, so we repeated this Toss games till he felt tired ...

Watching on this, my sister said; "Now I know why Dad neve bought dolls for me when I was a kid. coz he didn't like them at all!"

She felt sorry that Dad only bought wind-up toys for her. Also felt sad that 10 years later, when all her toys ( still in good condition ) transfered to me, all were broken down by me. My naive and curious ruined them, I thought I could restore them again, but the restoration never happend, and end up of a pile of messy parts there and sister 's grumble ...

In my old memory, once Dad bought an air balloon for me along the street. I wanted to take it back home to play, but unfortunately the balloon was blown away from my small hand over a bridge when we walked home. The balloon belonged to me just 5 mins.