I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Covent Thy Brother’s Toys
Yesterday I tried to sell Trey on Twitter. Unfortunately it was unsuccessful, too many people are already familiar with the downsides of toddlers.
summerm: Anyone want to buy a 2 1/2 year old boy? Slightly used, very cute. I’ll throw in my bottle of rum for free. Trust me, you’ll need it.
What happened was that the boys were given $3 each to pick out a gift from their great grandmother. Despite my toy-free plans I figured one cheap toy from the dollar store wouldn’t be too big a hassle.
At the store Evan picked out a toy tractor with wagon for $2 and Trey found 3 little race cars for $1 each. Happy with their choices we went back home where I expected there to be much giggling and smiles with their new prizes. But I was wrong, so wrong. Trey’s amusement with his cars lasted only a few minutes and then his eye was cast towards his brother’s big, shiny tractor. Screaming, crying, and chaos reigned until we finally gave him the damn tractor that he insisted was his.
So back to the store we went. A ed eyed, sad little boy picked out a black police truck this time and I paid for it with my change. He was thrilled his new find and Trey seemed satisfied with the tractor. Once again I assumed there would be peace and joy. Once again I was very, very wrong.
We were home for less than 5 minutes when Trey ripped the top and one of the pipes off the tractor, as well as broke the hitch to the wagon so it could no longer be hauled. Then he turned towards Evan’s truck. Again the screams and tears exploded across the house. Evan was running, sobbing, and clutching his truck. Trey was hot on his tail screaming and swinging his fists. And I was following behind them pleading for a little sanity.
And suddenly I remembered why I want less toys in my house. Sure the anti-consumerism is great, and the less mess to have to clean up makes me smile. But having less things for then to fight over, well that’s just priceless.
My husband exlaims with great exasperation, on a regular basis, that ridding our house of the mountains of toys we have would result in much more peace. As homeschoolers though, I feel like this would be extra cruel?
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Such is the case with kids and toys. Unless they’re identical and unbreakable, this is bound to happen. It’s all a part of the toddler mentality.
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