I remember being little, elementary age or so, and stumbling across a big box full of baby toys.
Some I remembered playing with, some I remembered my younger brother playing with. My mom would pull out these toys when a younger cousin or friend came to visit. When I asked my mom why she kept all of our old baby toys she simply responded, "They're my Grandma toys". I didn't really get it. But last Memorial Day weekend, we travelled back into storage. My mom got out that big box full of baby toys and we hauled it into the lake house. After cleaning off the dust, we let Jack go to town. It's fun to see him play with our "old school" toys. He loves them!
That grandma, she's the best! Especially since she buys Bubba lots of NEW toys too...
Cue the "wooden cube of joy"