Care packages filled with love

Boy toys. I need to send more boy toys. That is the request from my quasi-grandson, Nathaniel. He is my daughter's boyfriend's seven-year-old child.
The last few pictures of him that I have seen have shown him lugging Jacob around. I am beginning to think the two boys have become Siamese twins.   
Oops. I should have said co-joined twins. I wouldn't want to offend any Siamese. Except that Siam hasn't been an official place since it became Thailand on June 23, 1939. Who knows, by the time you read this it may change its name again.
I refer to Nathaniel as a quasi-grandson because even though he calls me Grandma, he has told me that I am not his real grandma.
I won't be a real grandma until his daddy marries my daughter. Even then, he isn't sure about me. He said I was a "kid grandma" because I played swords with him the week I spent in Houston with them when Jacob was born. I was quite accomplished at dramatic dying by the time I headed for home.
His sister, Paige, isn't as talkative and has never amended my title of Grandma. Actually, my official title is "Grandma who lives far, far away."
My daughter has been trying to get us to move to Texas to be nearer to them. I think it is so we can provide unlimited baby sitting service. I have countered with the request that they move up here where we don't have oil spills and traffic is defined as getting stuck behind a slow-moving tractor or a buggy. We also speak English as a first language.
I have told her we have hospitals up here and emergency rooms where she could practice nursing. We could even find a position for her boyfriend as a paramedic or EMT.
She is as immovable as we are. I have no intention of living in Texas. She has no intention of living in Indiana. We are at an impasse.
So instead of moving I continue to send books and odds and ends that I think the kids - all of them - will enjoy. Granddaughter Emma is easy to please. She likes almost anything I send. Jacob is at an age where he will grab what he wants. Paige sends me colored pictures so I'm guessing that she gets her share of the bounty.
Before you say that I am trying to buy their love you should know that the postage often exceeds the value of the items in the packages. It is my way of reminding them that I am thinking of them - all four of them plus their parents.  
I thought I had accomplished the "more boy toys" request by picking up plastic sheriff badges at the County fair. I was told that they were too babyish for Nathaniel but that Emma would love them.
It seems that I score more points with him when I include a toy car that I fished out of a cereal box than when I try to acquire boy toys.
It really isn't the objects that I send that they like. It is the fact that they get something, anything, in the mail. Plus it is nice to be loved by someone who chooses to accept you as one of their own.
I refuse to buy anything that has to use electricity of any kind to operate. I prefer things that require imagination. This limits my choices dramatically. At least Nathaniel still likes cars and Jacob has stopped dropping things in the toilet.
I am in search of boy toys to add to the usual girl toys that I send. Maybe I'll happen upon a book about pirates in my search. Do you think that is a boyish enough subject?[[In-content Ad]]