It’s something that’s only started since he’s been three. Any toy that opens, needs to have things shoved inside. Eventually all those things will be dumped out in a heap. He collects the magnets off of the fridge, loose change, the dogs toys, crayons, and whatever else he can get his little fingers on.
My three year old is a hoarder. There it is. I said it. It’s out there. This little man goes through our house creating piles of stuff. He calls them towers. It’s sweet. It’s also a pile of toys.
I think he calls this display of DVD’s and stuffed lions “Pride Rock”. Riiight. 🙂
It’s fascinating. The only problem is I think that he’ll be looking for something one day and not realize that he’s got it lumped in a heap somewhere. Apparently, that’s a worry I have all by myself. He seems to actually know where things are. Is that not a classic hoarder trait? We’ll be upstairs getting ready for bed and he’ll ask me about his green race car. My response is, “I don’t know where it is baby.” His response, “Mommy it’s downstairs in my dump truck.” Oh. Ok then.
I’m hoping this is just some phase he’s going through. I’ve heard that other kids do this too. Being a hoarder at three is cute. Being a hoarder at thirty-three not so much.