There is this place – a place where toys go to die. It’s called… the toy room. In our home, it’s a room off the back of our utility room. Its best feature: it has a door we can close to hide the filth. Its worst feature: it has a door we can close to hide the filth. Because, it is times like this past weekend that pop up out of nowhere, when I enter the toy room and find unimaginable disasters – like this.
Can you find the floor in the room? Yeah, me either.
My kids don’t even enter this room. The room was designated as a place to put all the things, all the stuff, that would normally be left out and otherwise stepped on in the middle of the night. Unattended toys were banished to the toy room. But, as they say, “Out of sight, out of mind.” My children have forgotten about the toys in the toy room.
It is this image I kept firmly in my mind as we went to the State Fair yesterday. Because, sure enough, my kids asked me to buy them more stuff. I am proud to say, I didn’t. Why would I? Look at the amount of things they don’t play with! The toy room is riddled with birthday gifts, Christmas stocking stuffers and other toys given to them throughout the year.
I posted this picture to my personal Facebook page the other day, when I first encountered the horror behind the toy room door. My friend messaged me with a response that was just too good not to share.
I dig this. I plan on instituting something like this in the future. But, I have to deal with today first. Do I just donate the toys to charity? Let some other child who might actually be appreciative play with them? Do I box some of them up and leave others out? Do I shut the door to the toy room and vow never to open it again?
What would you do?