I was a deprived kid. I didn’t have an easy bake oven. I didn’t have a Snoopy snow cone machine. But I did have a toy kitchen with a “working” sink and a shopping cart with plastic food but somehow I think my daughter's experience may be quite different from mine.
The other day, Suzanne and her French-English friend M (who she calls Tu’la) had fun playing with the shopping cart M got for her 1st birthday. Whereas I had a shopping cart full of apples, oranges, bananas and the occasional red pepper. Our girls were playing with bananas, a navel orange, a beef steak tomatoes, bulbs of fennel, bunches of leeks and head of lettuce.
I’m not sure if this says something about the way kids are raised in
But it was hysterical watching my daughter juggling a bulb of fennel in one hand, leeks in the other and a bunch of bananas hanging out of her mouth.
Then again, who am I to talk? Doesn't my child regularly play with a piece of horse radish root from her toy seder plate?