It is ‘mega huge half yearly toy sale’ time here at the moment. We don’t get toy catalogues delivered to us (too far out in the sticks for anyone to bother) but a very kind friend bought them over for us to have a look at.
I had a quick scout through looking to see if there was anything remotely interesting that I could grab for the Twindaoe’s birthday or for Christmas (hoping to be organised in advance this year… ha ha!). Then the Baldy Boy had a look, re-living his childhood, lamenting the fact that he NEVER got any of the cool toys he really badly wanted when he was a kid, the big sook. Then they were turned over to the girls for a bit of a viewing.
Almost every night this week the library books have taken a back seat as the girls pour over the toy catalogues before bed. There is much ooohing and aahhing and ‘look T has that pony’ or ‘E has that princess doll’ and quite a bit ‘oh we’d LOVE that!’. I have been looking over their shoulders now and then, seeing what they are coveting and deciding whether I would consider allowing it to enter my house or not.
They are eyeing of a game where an elephant blows butterflies out of his trunk – and while I think it would make a nice big mess for us to fight over I don’t think it is totally revolting and so if we can lay our hands on a box (we’ve tried one shop, will check out two others – obviously we needed to go at midnight the day the sale started if we really wanted it) we’ll get it. They also eyed off ‘kerplunk’ which I thought was a pretty good choice, so that has gone on the list too. I’ve added one thing to the list that I think we’d all get a lot of enjoyment out of – totem tennis, and also thought about ways I could full fill some of their other toy desires without compromising my toy snob standards.
I’ve tried to lead them away from some choices that I just can’t stomach, and after reading some interesting posts over at The Butterfly Effect about letting “your child know your values and why you don’t think what the ads are portraying is a smart choice for her or your family” I’ve also been trying to explain to them why I am not fond of a lot of the toys in these catalogues.
Obviously my deep and meaningful conversations have been sinking in because they both accosted me the other night and shoved the ‘Dora the Explorer We Did It Dancing Doll‘ under my nose and pleaded in stereo how much they wanted this particular toy….
‘Please mum…. please…. It’s made from material…. it’s not plastic crap.. it isn’t’