My husband and I figured we'd be parents whose houses would never be overrun by
toys and whose child would enjoy a well-edited assortment of aesthetically pleasing, educational, and mostly silent playthings. {insert rueful laughter here} Let's just blame what really happened on generous, if not so disciplined relatives.
What starts out as an infant's small collection of rattles and lovey bears so easily snowballs into mounds of plastic play food, Hot Wheels, construction
toys, and puzzle...
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Martin M.
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