You don't have to pick up your toys

I'm sure I will never utter these words ever again, but I was getting worried that Ole didn't have enough toys.  Most days we play with every toy he has, and like all of us, he's most interested in new stuff. So this morning we drove up to Orchards for a giant kid's consignment sale.  We found a few toys and some clothes there and also stopped at a consignment shop on the way home.  We gave all the toys a hot soapy bath when we got home.

He spots the new toys for the first time:

And digs right in:

The Toy Eater

by Shel Silverstein

 

You don’t have to pick up your toys, okay?
You can leave ‘em right there on the floor,
So tonight when the Terrible Toy-Eatin’ Tookle
Comes tiptoeing’ in through the crack in the door,
He’ll crunch all your soldiers, he’ll munch on your trucks,
He’ll chew your poor puppets to shreds,
He’ll swallow your Big Wheel and slurp up your paints
And bite off your dear dollies’ heads.
Then he’ll wipe off his lips with the sails of your ship,
And making a bur pity noise,
He’ll slither away-- but hey, that’s okay,
You don’t have to pick up your toys.