A conversation last night with my 4 year old grandson Evan was both entertaining and enlightening.
His mom and grandma were preparing for a garage sale at our house, and he and his almost 2 year old brother were going through the dozens of toys being liquidated to no doubt make room for new ones.
During this time, Evan told me about how he remembered playing with this rattle, or sound-making football, tiny cars and trucks, and stuffed animals when he was a littler boy the way we older folks talk about the days of our youth.
I explained that the shiny noise making toys were used to entertain him and teach him how to talk or interact with us.
That evolved into questions about where his mom, dad, grandma, and me lived when we were little kids.
You could almost hear his growing brain work as the questions kept coming and I kept answering.
I’m not sure a thing will be sold at the garage sale, but the conversation it generated was priceless for me.
That’s the way I see it.