|Hours of Good Clean Fun|
This past weekend, walking into the kitchen I was greeted by the following matter of fact statement:
"Brandon has more toys than I do".
Lukas was about to leave with his mother for a play date at his buddy's house. He must have spent some time leading up to that contemplating the last time he had visited him, and all the cool things his friend had to play with and share.
"Well, you have quite a few toys too buddy." I responded. It's true, he does have a large number of toys to play with, but in reality we have shied away from making those toys with a lot of bells and whistles. So, in reality Brandon doesn't have a lot more toys. He just has more cool toys. At least perhaps in the mind of a 3-year-old boy. You know, ones that make lots of blasting noises and shoot thing across the room.
As it neared time for them to step out the door I reminded him to grab a few toys of his own to fill his backpack and share with Brandon. At that he went to the other room and returned a few minutes later with a slightly heavier pack.
Then, according to Mrs. LIAYF, later when our little guy and she arrived at thier destination and gathered in his friends living room, Lukas pulled off his backpack and emptied it's contents onto the middle of the floor.
It contained, among a small number of other things: A few random finger puppets and a rock.
Yes, I said a rock. And not even a very cool one at that. Just a small gray round one with an old chunk of cement crusted on it. And Finger Puppets?! He almost never plays with those (maybe a couple of times in nearly 4 years). In fact, these are quite possibly the lamest excuse for toys ever. That is if you can even call them toys. Mrs. LIAYF had told him to pack his red rocket, but apparently he decided against it.
At that point Brandon came over and grabbed Lukas and they both went off to play with his cool toys, leaving Mrs. LIAYF to converse with the other boys parents while the rather sad display sat awkwardly between them the whole time, not to be touched until it was time for them to leave.
Brandon's parents must have secretly thought we were taking minimalism to the extreme. Good thing he didn't also packed one of his large collection of sticks as well. It might have been too much.
I'm not sure if Lukas planned it that way or not. He can't be that ingenious at 3. Can he? But nonetheless, point taken.
SeattleDad's now on the lookout for some more cool toys for his son.