men are from mars: little people edition

This weekend, I tried to organize the girls toys a bit. I got a couple of bins to store the rapidly expanding Barbie collection, and tried to tackle The Black Hole of Crap Toys (aka, the toy box). While I did make some progress in my efforts (some relic baby toys did get moved downstairs and some cheap-o and/or broken toys got the boot altogether), I was stymied by the fact that my girls rediscovered their love of the toys that I was trying to remove from the family room...Little People.

I felt like we were kind of over the Little People. We have a dollhouse and all those damn Barbies now...I feel like these three types of toys overlap. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. There was whining. And begging. And sure enough, the girls have played with the Little People pretty much every night since I tried to banish them to storage.

Last night after dinner, the girls broke out all of the Little People, and in an effort to get out of any further post-dinner cleanup John joined in on their game. Except rather than just grabbing a figure and start talking in a silly voice (you do that too...right? right?!?!!?), he decided to implement a Little People Draft.

For the next 20 minutes, the three of them had different selection rounds, including one for Little People vehicles. Poor John didn't fare so hot...he ended up with several Little People knock-offs (think: My Little Pony happy meal toys) AND the crappy school bus with all the doors broken off. Alas the three of them had tons of fun, and he taught them valuable life lessons for when they are old enough to join their own fantasy football teams.

Strangely enough, they finished up playing just as I put the last dish away...