I thought it was the ball popper. Then I thought it was the train table and wooden train set. Then I thought it was the kitchen or maybe the plastic washer and dryer. Or maybe it was the janitor set or the dump truck or that great USA puzzle.
Three and a half years (and two more kids) later, I have finally found the perfect toy. It's guaranteed to keep them busy for hours. It occupies their attention. They want to play with it all the time.
All these kids want is for me to listen to them, snuggle with them, play with them, talk to them. Every toy becomes the perfect toy when I'm playing too (and sometimes stays the perfect toy for awhile after I'm finished playing). They want to know that I hear them. They want me to call them silly and tickle their toes and host dance parties in the kitchen after naps. They want me to sit down at the table and eat lunch with them and pull them around in the wagon and draw on the sidewalk with them.
So my search for the perfect toy is over - I'm here - let the fun begin.
Anna Luther, mom of three