My daughter is a hoarder. Fact.

The girl has a vast amount of toys. Loads and loads. Beautiful dollies from Cath Kidston. A toy castle where all the models sing Disney princess songs. Yet all she wants to play with can only be described as. Well crap. 

She spends most of the day filling 'handbags' with just rubbish. Pure rubbish. There is no rhyme nor reason to this rubbish. It's random bits of tat she has found in the playroom and she hoards them in a variety of bags all around the house. 

Today she asked if she could take her handbag to ballet. I said yes of course. She spent the next half hour "packing a bag". So right she is off to ballet. What useful stuff may she have included in her bag. Ballet shoes? A spare bobble? Maybe a ballerina doll?

No. She packed the below:

Please behold the 'bagocrap'. 

Please note the most useless of items; one Hello Kitty clip on earring, one Cinderella dolls shoe, half a beauty and beast watch, a rubber and also an old make up brush. What the hell? Why all this particular crap? Of all the possessions she owns she felt the need to have all of this with her. 

I think it's quite a common theme with little girls. I have visited friends houses where the girl has filled their children's bags with their crap. For hours. Once the girl and her little mate did this in virtual silence. Filling a giant Disney princess suitcase. Whilst both wearing two hats each. 

The girl modeling her 'bagocrap'.

I don't get it. I don't get the game. Or why it is fun? I wish I could get in her brain and see why she goes "today I need to have a harmonica with me and a tatty old free Mr Tumble phone". It. Is. Bizarre.

But to be honest. If it occupies her for a bit she can pack as many bags with random rubbish as she likes. As long as I don't get to work and find my handbag contents replaced with a dice, a tiny chewed Peppa book and a glittery Disney princess pencil. 
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