There is something in this house about the mere power of suggestion that makes all kinds of imaginations stir.
There has been a move, a shift, in our demographics. The youngest boy is almost 11. The three baby girls are almost 9, 7, and 5. Needless to say, there are plenty of toys that need to be sorted and have decisions made about them.
I brought this up in conversation the other day, asking about the Thomas trains. Those seemed safe to start with, right?
Here is what happened…
A day or two later, not immediately, Little Mae asked to get out the trains and set them up in the TV room. There they remained for several days of continual play.
I’m not sure of exact scenarios, but I’m pretty sure that the girl trains got a fair amount of play as Mother Emily pulled Baby Lady around the track in her “stroller.”
That is when I realized that we are not quite ready to part with these and may never be as I looked at the bottom of Terence to see my 15 year old son’s name in 4 year old scrawl.
We laughed while remembering how the caterpillars around Terence’s wheels used to get lost and how I would have to search for them. Not funny at the time. And how the paint was probably toxic and not safe for kids of today to play with, and then I’m sure I cried.
Nope. Not ready.