Here’s the thing about gifts for kids: I have a remarkable talent for picking out highly educational, fantastic toys that have a zero-wow-factor when they are opened.
Take for instance this National Geographic Woolly Mammoth dissection kit. I found this at a thrift store last year (brand new! Can you imagine the child who didn’t want this amazingness?) and gave it to Addison for his birthday. He took one look at it, and cast it aside for his other presents.
But I will tell you, that little kit has been used a zillion times in the past year. The fancy tank with its ear-ringing gunfire that he got from a friend: broken. The cap gun: in pieces. The mammoth has staying power, I tell you.
So it is once again Christmas/gift-giving time, and I’m fretting about Christmas morning. Do I Go For The Gasp, as it were, or settle for the duly noted comment when the boys opened their wooden Melissa & Doug puzzles last year:
“Wow that’s…educational,” my sister said.
Flash and pizzazz, or the toy that gets passed on for three generations because it’s hand crafted in the foothills of some rural village?
Which would you choose?