I’m going to be completely upfront and honest here: my kids love ‘stuff’.
My five-year-old daughter, in particular, is especially taken with what I fondly refer to as ‘tiny sh*t.’ If you’ve got a child vaguely around that age, you’ll get what I’m talking about. Ooshies, LOL Surprise Dolls, Puppy In My Pocket. Bits of tat disguised by some very clever marketing person, as toys.
And I’ll put my hand up and say that I have been complicit in these items entering our home (which might be why I feel no guilt at showing them the door, via the rubbish bin.)
Naturally, with Christmas on the approach, my kids have ramped up their desire to spend their eagerly anticipated weekend screen time watching American children ‘unbox’ random crap on YouTube Kids and mentally adding those items to their own Christmas lists.
I am also a self-confessed Christmas tragic who gets carried away in the aisles of Kmart at 11 p.m. in mid-December after one too many iced-lattes (‘I absolutely need an LED sausage dog for the house, Christmas will be ruined without it’).
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