When my parents would buy toys that took batteries and made obnoxious noise for new parents (namely my cousins), I would shake my head in disapproval, but I didn’t want kids so I didn’t really worry myself with it too much. Flash forward 10 years, and my kid’s favorite noisy toy, gifted by my parents, is driving me nuts.
No problem though, I plan on selling it at the next consignment sale I can sign up to do. Let this horrid, noisy piece of plastic be dome other sap’s headache.
Not so great segue way… I love consignment sales. Who knew you could off load the literally tons of old baby clothes and too young toys? I Iove it. Get a few bucks for stuff my son has outgrown (or I have stepped on/over too many times).
Of course, what I actually love more is the excuse to find extremely cute outfits for every person that has a little girl in my life (using my couple of bucks from selling my kid’s stuff). My sil probably hates me now for filling my nieces’ closets with adorable 50ยข outfits. Thank goodness for friends with new babies.
Better start hiding all the toys I plan on getting rid of to continue my girl clothes shopping addiction.

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