Uh, can you come over to my house? I need your help... Wait, never mind. You'd take one look at all our "coffee table" crap and pass out! Happy meals and birthday party crud and - don't forget that Halloween non-candy crap- for 4 of the last 5 years... my kid knows his inventory. As soon as I throw or give something away, he starts asking for it - obsessively. Soon, I will be building a warehouse annex. Later, I will have a career and business to pass on to him - we'll call the warehouse "Tchotchkes-R-Us" and the little guy can be the manager... except he'll refuse to sell any of it still....
I couldn't comment there because firefox has difficulties with dialogue boxes, apparently.Best happy meal toy ever? Cloth frisbee. My daughter and I fling it at each other in the house without damage. Worst happy meal toy ever? All the other toys.
"We have one of those multi-bin toy organizer shelf thingies that is overflowing with tchotchkes. This is where things like that hot pink yo-yo with the Adventist Health logo that has been sitting on your coffee table since the 4th of July parade go to die." that touched a nerve with me. or rang true. or whatever. I hate all the tiny plastic crap that we have everywhere now that we had kids! uggh. you rock. that is all.
I'm happy to see Operation Christmas Child got a shout out from Autism Army Mom! Lauren will be thrilled!At one time, I had over 25 superballs in my house...and yes, they get bounced and hoarded in the pockets of my boys. : )I loved the "full circle" closing of the article...so clever, Lynn!