I’m sorry but toys are the bane of my existence! Not all toys… just the many that pretty much go unplayed with except for the odd time that they are dragged out of a box and left strewn across the house.
So much of it is just JUNK. I can’t stand the clutter. Who bought all of this anyways? Sheesh! In many cases I swear it weren’t me!! ;^P But I confess, come birthday time, the guilt of not getting something for a child far overshadows the fact that they don’t need another stinkin’ thing! Isn’t there a birthday solution out there for kids who hardly ever play with toys?! I mean, I want to give them something (we never go too hog wild as it is, but the thought of any makes me want to cry… and yet we do it over and over.) They have their favorites and the rest just somehow spreads and coats the house in a manner which requires a rake to clean it all up.
It might sound like they play with it, since it ends up around the house but this literally means that they pick it up in one room and bring it to the next, or they might find pieces of old ribbon or yarn and tie things together — not to play with them in the conventional manner — but to create something new and exciting and indescribable. It is picked up or tied up only to be dropped haphazardly in a way most likely to cause an unwary adult to trip on it and curse the names of Hasbro and Fisher Price and even the sacred Playmobil!
So because I so despise most toys, every year around this time I cull toys! I make the kids go through with me and decide what they don’t play with often and what they would like to give to children who don’t have as much as they do. It’s good for them to see how much they really have and how little they need it all!
Anyways, this is just my yearly post-toy-culling cathartic sigh.