I've long been tempted to get Ben one of those cute rugs with roads on it because I know he would love it. The other day, however, in a bid to use up some of the big architectural paper hanging around, I taped paper to the floor for him and he spent hours creating his own roads.
It dawned on me that the cute toys in the toy store are for the kid inside me, the parent! My ideas of play are different from my children's ideas. I would set up the Fisher Price house all cute with its furniture and baby in the crib, but they want to haul it around as a cash register or parking garage. They appreciate raw materials like cardboard, stones, tape, and paper.
Their creations are creative, sure, but they read as visual clutter to me (that sounds so harsh - I know that one day I will miss the paperclips taped to the walls, ok?). Today I carried some ancient mutilated cardboard boxes out to the trash because I couldn't stand the decor anymore. There's no shortage of creativity fomenting in their brains, so we're sure to be surrounded by projects again soon.