And in some cases, they were right. But only when the toys in question played the most mind-numbingly annoying sounds that the kids loved to repeat over and over and over again, until I was convinced that even Nickelback would be preferable background noise. I was sure that as they got older, simple things like tissue paper would no longer entertain them as easily as it did when they were still under a year old.
That shows you just how much I really know about kids (which, if you read this blog on a regular basis, you know is very limited). The best toys I've gotten for my kids recently have come from Costco and the liquor store (there's a proud parenting moment for the baby books). No, it's not a seven-foot tall dollhouse, an economy pack of 4,600 stickers or a nice sauvignon blanc, but rather the boxes I carry our goodies home in. Shooter and Little Dude will spend hours, hauling favourite toys in and out, pretending it's a car or a restaurant, or even just settling in to read a book.**
This must be somewhat of a relief to Mr. T, because if the economy tanks and he ever finds himself out of a job resulting in the loss of our house, our kids will likely be satisfied living in the very best Hewlett-Packard has to offer.
At the very least, maybe this new discovery means we can finally part with the cat keyboard that plays La Cucaracha.
I am aware this is actually a cooler and not a box. Apparently Coleman also knows my kid better than Crayola.
**Disclaimer: This type of imaginative play is not the work of my stellar parenting. I can only assume they saw it on Sesame Street or Bubble Guppies.