This dad is a pack rat. Like most kids growing up I had a couple Tonka toys to crash around in the back yard. We had a sand box that the Tonka’s would build sand castles, carry logs (sticks) and do all sorts of things to simulate a boy’s active imagination. I was especially lucky growing up because we had a creek behind the house.
I was lucky; my parents had to deal with a dirty, muddy, wet child tromping up the back hill towards the house where mom hopefully made a peanut butter and banana sandwich. Continue reading Should you let your children play with your Tonka toys?