My child needs nothing. He has two rooms full of toys at our house and one additional room full of toys at my parents house. He has toys to entertain him while in his stroller and while in his car seat. He has ample clothing, hat and coats.
Yet, we still by him crap. Why do we do this when he would be just as happy playing with pots and pans as he is a set of blocks?
I don't have a good answer, except to think that maybe we're starting to build his nostalgia pile of crap that he will one days leave in our basement, look at occasionally, say "aw," then put it back until he buys his first house and we either force him to take the box of crap with him to his own basement or pitch the contents.
But until then, every time we go to the Science Center, or the zoo or some other child-friendly tourist trap we will likely continue to buy him crap. He now has a green stuffed monkey that will always remind him of the time we took him to the zoo when he was almost one year old and he finally remained awake enough to notice the bears, gorillas and gift shop.
