My kids can never ever say they don't have toys. From the day Riley was born, she was spoiled with toys and stuff and more toys. Even now, we have to limit what we buy because our house is just filling up with stuff. Our budget no longer allows us to purchase anything that has the word "toy" in it...or anything that can be played with. But, apparently, those rules don't apply when it comes to my parents (or Pa and Grandma)...the last time we were in Pittsburgh, my dad bought Ronan HUNDREDS of matchbox cars. And I'm no exaggerating. We had a suitcase full of just matchbox cars. I hid it in the kitchen, until today...so Ronan went to town:
The sad thing, is that this wasn't even all of them. I had to put half of them away in his room because I couldn't handle it. There were so many. And he was whipping stuff off of all the shelves and before I knew it, the room was completely chaotic and overwhelming. Needless to say, I picked it all up before I went to pick Riley up from school....
The sad thing, is that this wasn't even all of them. I had to put half of them away in his room because I couldn't handle it. There were so many. And he was whipping stuff off of all the shelves and before I knew it, the room was completely chaotic and overwhelming. Needless to say, I picked it all up before I went to pick Riley up from school....
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