My oldest cleaned out his room the other day. He put all of his little toys in a bag. He kept telling me that I needed to go through the bags. Of course I kept putting it off. So my hubby stepped in and went through them. He threw away the broken ones and then got rid of the rest.
A few days later I went in my sons room to finally go through the bags. I didn't even know that my husband had already beat me to it. I guess I was just a little heart broken. He got rid of almost all of his action figures, all of his "little kid" toys. Sure a lot of them were broken but I didn't even get to say goodbye. His transformers gone, his power rangers gone, they were all gone. Just a few remained.
This past weekend I finished helping him clean up. We actually we are still not done, we will finish up this weekend. I did manage to save some of my favorite toys, it took a little convincing.
Now video games and his imagination station have taken over (he likes to invent things). I do have to admit that his room is a lot cleaner but still. I thought getting rid of the baby toys was hard. This is even harder because now he is turning into a little man. No baby no more, not even a trace.
What a sweet post. I know how you feel. They grow up way to fast. I actually wish that I had kept some of the toys since now I have 30 grandchildren and I have had to buy new ones. Of course, in today's era; they would probably not want to play with them anyway. It's Wii time!
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