Jack spent about a week playing with a box of clementines on our dining room table more than he played with anything else. He gave them all names from his preschool class and shuffled them around, had them running around the playground, and I suppose off on other adventures that were not so clear to me.
This led me to two conclusions:
1. Children really, really, really do not need all of the things marketed to parents and children these days.
And, more importantly,
2. Any attempts on my part to put away toys in the garage when he refuses to help clean up will be met with very little resistance and be completely ineffective. Because who am I fooling? This kid can entertain himself for hours with 15 clementines and then refuse to let us eat them because they are his "friends". And by the time he does come around to asking for those toys that I stuck in the garage in one of my mama rages, any possible lesson will be completely lost on his 3 1/2 year old inability to connect something that happen so long ago to this moment.
I remind him of why I put them in the garage. He says "yeah. yeah, mama. that happens." and runs off to play with said toys.
my little man.
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