I have a fetish for wooden toys. I really do. I can’t explain it. I just love them. They make me happy. And, as an added bonus, the brands I like are not generally smeared with lead paint.
A while back, when we decided to get the kid a play kitchen, the man wanted to get her one of those deluxe plastic deals, with all the bells and whistles. But I refused, and held my ground, and we ended up with an simple wooden kitchen from Target, with a burner and a door. This thing only took four hours to assemble and whenever we go to anyone’s house it’s pointed out to me repeatedly how much she enjoys playing with the super fancy kitchen, but I don’t care because ours is way cooler.
Sorry kiddo. Mom’s a toy snob. And you will forever be subjected to shit like this:
Me: It’s a dragon. It does dragon stuff.
Kid: Does it play songs?
Kid: Does it light up?
Kid: Can I plug my IPod into it?
Me: No. It’s a dragon. It’s ferocious. And stuff. Use your damn imagination!
Kid: Sigh. Can I have REAL TOYS next year?
Me: No. You are getting this:
For the record, she really does like the wooden food and kitchen stuff. I’m totally adding these to her birthday list:
Eat your vegetables, kids.
*Don’t forget, mousing over the pictures is half the fun.*