It's happened. After hundreds of dollars, and hours of happiness around the home made Thomas table - (what? I'm not paying $500 for the real thing), it's finally happened.
Me: You know, we should move your Thomas table up to your bedroom since you don't play with it as much as you used to.
Little Guy: I never play with it. We can give it away. (Note - he didn't say chuck it away. Hurrah!)
Me: (Splutter, choke, sob.) Well, er, I mean, why don't we just move it upstairs so that you can play with it when you feel like it?
LG: Naaah. Let's just give it away.
I was at a loss for words to be honest. He got a few new trains only last Christmas which cost the same as everyone else's presents combined. But actually, it's not the money. Well it is the money, but what can you do when your kids grow? It's me. I can't bear to part with James, Spencer, Thomas and Gordon. Well, Gordon not so much as he's always a bit mean in the stories. Probably has low self-esteem underneath it all though.
When Mr. Minimal (now 13) was little he showed an interest in all the Thomas stuff. We deduced that because he would play at the train table in the Queenager's classroom and clung to it when it was time to leave. We made another table, this time on wheels, to go under his bed. As I recall, he never played with his trains. I ended up giving them all away to a friend. I would like to say that most of them were returned to us when the little guy came along, but she had a huge sewage flood (bloody basements) so everything had to be thrown away. What a waste.
Fortunately, as I may have mentioned, I volunteer at the world's largest garage/jumble sale, so I can donate most of the stuff knowing that it will bring funds to our school's scholarship program. I have carefully packed a couple of trains per plastic bag, written their names on a label, and will hover around come the time of the sale, to make sure they go to a good home. One of the Kindergarten teachers also has a Thomas table, so I am giving him Diesel and Diesel 10, plus Cranky the Crain and the Water Tower. I can pop in from time to time, under the pretence of some vital bit of school stuff, but really to check that no one has sunk their teeth into the beautiful (lead free) paintwork.
You lot with toddlers think that it's only like this when you have to get rid of the strollers/pushchairs, highchairs and changing tables. Oh no. It never ends.
Actually, I would gladly get rid of half the stuff in the Queenager's room, but she's till clinging on to her cuddly toys and porcelain dolls which never come down from the shelves.
PS. I forgot to say that the reason the little guy is so keen to get rid of the Thomas stuff, is that he has his eye on an electric set for his birthday in June. Always an ulterior motive. Have you seen the price of Hornby these days?