Lesson #547 I Have Learned Since Becoming A Father at 47
Toys are an occupational hazard of being a dad. From stepping on small cars in the middle of the night, to tripping over the riding toy, falling into the rocking chair and then onto the train track and trains, in the process receiving a massive abrasion to the left leg and spraining the right wrist, toys are one of the joys of being a dad. Truth is that some of these toys are stuff that I wish that I could play with and not look weird, because frankly, they are pretty cool little toys.
I try to keep them pretty low on the price scale. To a two year old what does it matter if a toy truck costs $20 or $2? And he has a blast playing with all his cars and trains and balls and he loves his books.
Then came the morning he found the leaf. Just an old dried up dead leaf that blew in the front door when we were trying to get inside on a cold November morning. Ben picked it up, with excitement and thrill. He threw it into the air and then blew towards it. When it landed, he handed it to Cami and said, “Mommy, throw the leaf!”
For the next few minutes the three of us took turns blowing the leaf up in the air and watching it fall back down, twisting and turning in convoluted and amazing patterns. Ben laughed and smiled and each time it landed he handed it back to me and said, “Do it again, daddy.”
So what makes a good toy? Cost? Colours? Size? Complexity? Or something much simpler?
For the better part of half and hour Ben was completely entertained and enthralled by a leaf.
And so was I.