I love toys. There are toy people and there are game people in this world, and their minds and temperaments are not the same. I am most definitely a toy person. I resonate strongly with Pixar people in this regard. And now that my kids are older and I have no one but myself to buy toys for, it’s all I can do to keep from buying way more than I can ever justify—even as a children’s librarian.
It’s just that toys can be so brilliant: little gems of human wit and invention that you can pick up and do something with. How cool is that!?! I love paintings, but let’s face it—you can’t play with a painting except in your mind. And books? I’m all about books, but I do have a special fondness for truly imaginative toy books. (For example, Amanda Leslie’s Play Kitten Play. 10 Animal Fingerwiggles.)
I suspect that the toy urge is kin to the “making-faces-at-babies” urge (another impulse I regularly indulge). You do something silly with your face and you get a reaction—not unlike “What happens if I push this button?” really. Simple and gratifying.
So let’s take a break. I’ll stop talking and you stop reading and let’s all go find something cool to play with.