Remember that old memory game– My mother went to the market and bought eggs, milk and bread, and the next person adds a grocery item and so on?
That’s Ben. First, his grandma went to the store and bought a bear we named Bo-Bo. Bo-Bo became Ben’s special bear. Then, a neighbor gave Ben a blanket. Bo-Bo and Blanket were the comfort duo for months. Last month, Daddy took Ben to Build a Bear where Ben created a Dinosaur, creatively named… Dino. So, he schlepped Bo-Bo, Blanket and Dino everywhere. It was endearing, if not a slight pain in the ass. Well, those were the good old days.
Since then, everything he has acquired has become part of the posse who accompanies him everywhere around the house. Let me tell you, it’s amazing the amount of crap a two year old can acquire in a few short weeks: a matchbox car from McDonald’s, a plastic pumpkin from the grocery store, a pumpkin bear from his grandma, an elephant he swiped from his baby brother, a dog I got suckered into buying him at Marshall’s, a plastic egg from an early Halloween party, a train he found buried in the car and a plastic toy I can’t identify from a cereal box.
Every morning I try to convince Ben to leave a few a few of his prized possessions upstairs in bed, but he insists they all come down. It’s not worth the fight so I fill my arms with the stuffed animals, load the pumpkin with the plastic junk, drape the blanket over my shoulder and trek downstairs to get breakfast ready. It’s getting old. I do recall Lily going through a similar phase, arms full of as many baby dolls as she could carry, and it did ended eventually. She’s down to one favorite animal or doll a day and it’s easier for everyone. I just hope Ben snaps out of it before his birthday. My arms can’t take much more.