On super special occasions, I can remember being taken to FAO Schwarz (which I would have sworn has a "t" in it somewhere) and getting to pick out a cool, one of a kind toy that no other kid in the neighborhood had. Of course, on our list of places to visit with my own kids was the toy store. Now at Rockefeller Center, you kind of get the whole Home Alone 2 vibe, we danced on the piano, played with battle bots, watched a magic show, got a fortune from Zoltar, introduced our kids to Pop Rocks, and ducked the incoming boomerangs. The boomerang guy deserves a raise, he slung dueling boomerangs around the crowd and never once clipped the old lady's freshly coiffed hair do or stunned an unsuspecting cell phone jockey. Now we have one of our own and can't wait to perfect our skills.