As it is the most wonderful time of the year, my dining room is filling up with toys for Christmas Crazy. It's the best. Seriously. There will come a point when I will make a most excellent pyramid out of toys, photograph it, and then quickly rush it to Center for Victims. It will be AMAZING.
But, until then, it piles up. Slowly, but surely.
This has never been an issue in the past. Alexis has always perused the pile, often expressing an interest in some of the things, but not in a "I want THAT" sort of way. More of a "I wouldn't be sad if I had one of those, too." She has found books she wanted to read, toys she thought were awesome, that sort of thing. She doesn't try to "adopt" anything, though.
Hi, Mila.
Mila is having a toddler-sized meltdown over the pile of toys accruing in the dining room. Daily. Every day some new amazing thing shows up and she decides she should have it. Then a few minutes go by and she sees another thing. She then ditches the first thing because PSHAW! She shifts focus to the new thing. Lather, rinse, repeat. She can go from thing to thing for hours.
It's hilarious if you're me.
It's probably not hilarious if you're Mila.
Mostly I think it's probably not hilarious if you're her because her focus is weird. Like, she CANNOT get her way. It's impossible.
For example, there's a Poppy doll. She wants the Poppy doll to turn into a Branch doll because Branch is who she thinks is the best.
Poppy isn't going to magically morph into Branch.
Even better, there is a toddler slide. On the box, there is a photo of two kids playing. Mila keeps saying, "Big kids get off the slide so I can play." Like, she thinks that if she kicks the two kids in the picture to the curb, magically the slide will be hers, all hers.
It won't be.
She already has a toddler slide. There's no reason for her to have even a moment of access to another one.
At least Mila knows to dream big. Why ask for something you can have when you can hope for the impossible?