Way back when I was a newer parent and she had her toys strewn all over the room - when it was time to clean up I would try and put them all back in their appropriate places.
I would make sure all the cute little wooden ice cream tops made it back to their little slots and the matching spoons were present and accounted for. Same for all the little Melissa and Doug stuff like her Toaster Set and Cappuccino Maker - all the wooden butter pads and coffee pods had their place where they should be.
Now? I don’t care.
Cleanup was starting to take too long and at the end of the race nobody is handing out prizes about how organized your child’s toys are put away so I just gave up. Now cleanup takes a few minute as it all gets tossed into the toybox and the lid gets closed and we can have a family room again that looks presentable.
Today she wanted to play with me, and I forget what I was doing but could not right that second, so she went down into her toy box and found her old FURBY toy. This is the one that got played with for about a week after Christmas last year and then totally forgotten about in the bottom of the toy box until tonight.
Not much has changed since we saw furby last - he is still barely decipherable when he/she/it speaks and she still expects it to reply to her directly as if this was the latest AI driven toy, and it’s not. Furby was introduced in 1998 and she just doesn’t understand.
She doesn’t seem to get frustrated with it at all and will keep trying to correct it when she asks it questions or wants it to repeat her name and then fuby just replies “bloop - bloop - bloop”, because that’s all the brain power her little friend has. Now that I think of it, the dog and furby have about the same mental capacity.
And if one furby is good then two are better, and she found me downstairs with a mini furby that I have no idea where or whom it came from, but it too was dragged out from the depths of the toy box for a family reunion.
Furby Jr. didn’t have any battery power after it’s very long stay in the toy box so it was brought to me to fix. Of course, they take yet another kind of battery but lo and behold I had a few that after some research even though named differently were actually the same
She came down again to take a cardboard box I had plans for and make a stage for the two Furbies to perform on, but I didn’t get an invite to the performance so I cannot tell you what happened.
What I can tell you is that both family room and her bedroom are beyond messy and into disaster area territory now, but at least the toy box is clean (and empty)
Keeping up the mess,
TH and Co.