My kids are 13 and 6. So I don’t have to tell you how much “stuff” we accumulate around the house. If there are not a thousand small stuffed animals, then there are an ever growing collection of Legos. And just when I think I cleaned up all of the Legos, I find some small plastic thingamabob that one of them won as a “prize” in school.
Just more “stuff.”
I’ve watched. Neither one of them is even aware of how many things they have. There is no way to play with all of it. And to be honest, they don’t realize they have it until I’m knee deep in toy soldiers, bouncy balls, and plastic clackers while I attempt to declutter.
“Oh wait, I need that.”