It's 11:00 and I finally got my daughter to give up the Spirograph.

This isn't the first time a "cool" toy from my childhood has come back to haunt me. I showed my 3.5 y/o how to hula hoop and had sore abs for three days because she wouldn't let me stop. She has all my old American Girl dolls and Breyer horses, and they're some of her favorites. I'm not normally very nostalgic, but seeing her enjoy my most cherished childhood toys makes me really happy.But holy crap this freaking Spirograph. My nanny found it at a garage sale and thought daughter would enjoy it. That was the understatement of the century. She has used it nonstop since Sunday. She has gone through two packs of printer paper and countless colored pencils and gel pens. Tonight, I went in her room at 10:00, the lights were on, and she was laying on her mattress (close to the floor) with her hand and head off the side, dream-scribbling with the entire apparatus. I laughed so hard I almost cried.When I took the pen out of her hand, she bolted awake, snatched it back, said "I was drawing!" Luckily she fell back asleep without a death grip on the pen so I could take it before she drew on the floor.So yeah. Spirograph. Countless hours of entertainment for the whole family. I joke here, but since my little one is sometimes better with an iPad than I am, it's nice to see her entertained by simple things. via /r/Parenting http://ift.tt/2uWIVP6