My daughter and the two little girls are coming for three weeks the week after next, to be joined later by my wonderful son-in-law.
I remember enough about toddlers to know that a bored kid is a whiny kid (not that grandchildren ever whine, that was their parents), so this week I hit a fantastic consignment store and look what I picked up cheap, cheap.
|A big bag of dress-up clothes.|
|Unused Easy-bake oven, but going to have to make up my mixes, who knows how long the ones that came with it have been around or what's in them? Do you believe it? An easy-bake oven.|
|Golf clubs, good weight. A putter, driver and a 7/8.|
|For Miss Heidi|
They also went to French school and totally hated the French children's books which they told me were all about girls. Yuuk. The only French books they would read, comics really, were about Tin Tin who lived alone with Snowy, the terrier and precursor to Rascal, who was usually nearly killed in every one of Tin Tin's adventures, but like any terrier always signed up for more.
I once spent a hot afternoon in Amsterdam's red light district (those ladies are just resting) with a obsessive child (you know who I am talking about) who had been told that somewhere in the neighbourhood there was a flea market that sold Tin Tin T shirts.
Toys are important at any age.
My sewing room and points in between are full of my toys - I don't know how adults who don't still play survive.
What are your favourite toys? What do you remember? What do you play with now?