Which translates into one thing in our house: The Season of Primary Colored Plastic Crap. Mini-pianos our dear toddler can bang on. Brightly colored Leapfrog toys that sing the alphabet. Teeny dump-trucks for Toddler to throw at the dog.
And trust me, we have ENOUGH of it. The toys started out as a small collection, huddled together into a nook in our family room. Just a few items, neatly arranged. Well, after the First Birthday O’ Fisher Price, our room resembles Gymboree. With a television and couch squeezed inbetween Baby’s First Noah’s Ark thingy and some horrid car that screams Frere Jacques at random moments.
My point? We don’t “need” anything for my son. But, of course, as grandparents are wont to do, everyone seems to be asking what to get him.
I’ve suggested any kind of books or some clothes. But they don’t seem satisfied with those answers. They’re all: “Give us more suggestions or we’re buying a crapload more Leapfrog items that play music!”
So, I ask you, internet people: Any ideas for Christmas gifts for a sixteen month old?
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