Play Toys
Today, as she has on many occations, she dumped all of her toys out and have climbed in the tub. She has played with this tub, a tub at my mothers house, our laundry baskets more hours than I understand. There is some fascination with her and things that she can clinb into this includes boxes that have once held many an expensive toy. As she sat there today, I remebered a conversation that my wife and I had about her first Christmas presents.
background info: When we had this conversation, she was due the 24, however she ended up being born the 6th due to complications which mad eme feel better about buying the toys.
"Honey," my wife starts, "do you think that we should get Rachel presents for Christmas this year?" (Looking back I see this is a loaded question. To bad I missed that then.)
"Hmmm, No. I don't think we should; there is no need."
"Well, when she's older she'll know her birthday and will wonder where her first Christmas pictures are."
"We'll tell her we lost them." (I'm sure exactly what I said here, but I'm sure it was something dismissive like this.)
"I think we should," she replied in a very firm this-matter-is-settled sort of voice.
"Well, we can buy her diapers and wipes, wrap them, and take pictures."
We ended up buying her real toys for her first Christmas. But, now, as I sit here watching her, I wonder how much she would have like the box the diapers would have come in. I wonder if all the crap we just have to buy for our children is actually our fault. If we didn't stress toys at some age then they wouldn't demand them. Maybe we should buy are child a box and force them to use their immagination.