We went trough every toy, Lego piece, puzzle, crayon, and book .... he had... I almost cried. Several times.
I would ask ... do you still want this?
He would quickly answer ... no, I don't play with that anymore.
So to the donation box it would go... a little piece of my little boy leaving me, for good.
At one point I even got mad he was giving away so much.
I will be eleven this year!
And Kip helping out saying ... I didn't play with toys like that when I was ten.
For years I always wanted less toys in the house. Less stuff to clean. Less stuff to step on. Less stuff.
Right now. Less isn't feeling so good.