The girls are incredibly easy. A few candles, some bookmarks, throw in cutesy picture frames, and maybe a purse every once in a while . . . they're happy.
The boys? Not so easy.
I had the girls all set up last week. I redid some displays for them and got out a few extra things that I had stashed. It looked niiiiiice. The boys side was woefully empty.
The children and I went to the dollar store this afternoon, to stock up on Boys Things. Since Spyder is a boy, and he's exactly the target age, I let him do the choosing. What, you ask, did he choose?
- screwdrivers
- tool boxes
- foam swords
- door alarm kits
- tape measures
- whoopee cushions
- bungee cords
- flashlights
- squeezable, gooey, realistic organs on keychains
- baseballs
- fake "cracked windshield" stick-ons
Lesson learned.
If it's disgusting, the boys will love it. And the love for all things disgusting is only overshadowed by tools.
1 comment:
And it's even better if they can use the tools to make something disgusting. ;)
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