Toys

Toys, toys, toys. My son seems to have a bajillion toys. Yes, a bajillion. From hand me down toys, from his Lolo and Grandma buying him toys, to his Ninongs and Ninangs, and his Papa. And yes, I'll admit I am part of the problem sometimes. I mean educational toys are an exception, right?

In order to control the massive amounts of toys, I box about 70% of his toys and only let him play with the rest and rotate them out about every three months. I also donate a lot of his toys after he has lost interest in them.

My Boy was looking for a specific remote control key that he has taken interests in for the week. I always tell my son to put his toys away in his toy bin and clean up after playing with it so he will know where to find it.

My Boy: Mama, where's my key?
Me: I don't know. Where did you put it?
My Boy: Mama, where's my key???
Me: Did you look in the living room? Is it under the bed? Or maybe in the kitchen?
My Boy: No <insert sad face here>
Me: Well, I'm sorry son, but you know I always tell you to clean up. You know that means you have too many toys and I'm going to have to give some away because you can't take care of your toys.
My Boy: No, my key is just playing hide and seek with me.