Last weekend, my mom came to town. Davis loves to play "cooker" and pretend he has his own restaurant. He is the only employee...he takes orders, cooks the food, waits on the tables, and also takes the money! What a man! Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, Davis and I made a menu with cut outs of food from the Sunday paper. We glued it all on and then he named his restaurant Togans. (I believe this is a take-off of his favorite restaurant Logans- and only because he can throw peanut shells on the floor. It has nothing to do with the food quality!)
So then my mom came to town and we started reminiscing about the old days, when we made things out of cardboard boxes. So, we got a little ambitious and went to the garage (which is full of boxes from our potential move). We made Davis a stove and a refrigerator. He LOVED it! He had more fun playing restaurant and of course we were stuck in the garage all day, eating pretend food. I think he played with his new kitchen for at least 4-6 hours that afteroon. We did break for lunch (where we ate real food at the restaurant table). Man, things were so exciting when we were young and had to make our own toys. I can give Fisher Price a run for their money any day!
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