I would like to officially come out of the toy closet. I am DONE with toys. In fact, I have been DONE for quite some time now.
I am done with five zillion pieces scattered in seven zillions baskets. I am done with princess castles and townhouses and their gaggle of half-dressed, frizzed-0ut dolls. I am done with superhero fortresses and headquarters and their limb-missing, weapon bearing, spandex-looking-wearing figurines. I am done with every single toy that litters my basement.
I am fully aware that playing with toys enhances my children’s creativity and imagination and teaches them how to be responsible and how to share with others (or so I have been told). But there is also a limit as to how many toys a child needs.
I know the end is near – that point when my children will no longer want toys, but ask for electronics and video games and I will longingly look back on these days. But until that day arrives, I am DONE with toys.