I also had a pretty strong conviction toward not spoiling my child with material goods. Had. Ahem. It's just that I'm an avid thrift shopper and I see great deals for great toys and so somehow, somehow he has accumulated about octrilllion toys. This might be my eighth reveal:
My little boy, soon turning 8. Eight. Huit ans. Yuddul-sal.
I've been thinking it's time for him to move on to more challenging toys. I found two great games: Blokus and Exago to teach strategy, foundational for chess sometime in the future.
HH has been away on a business trip and Boo has been taking it pretty hard. Weeping and gnashing of teeth. So we took a trip to Target to supply ourselves with a bunch of diversions to occupy ourselves during the dreary, rainy days of dadlessness. And there, on the top shelf, under the angel choir, lit by holy light descending from the heavens was:
Hallelujah and Amen.
**FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: MOM CONNECTS WITH SON THROUGH K'NEX!**