This weekend was our son’s fifth birthday, and we tried something different for his birthday party this year: no toys. Instead we had a book exchange. Each kid brought a book and left with one, and our son opened the presents we bought for him once we got back home.
Books, for the moment, are still safe. The worst they can inflict is a paper cut. But in the past year I’ve become aware of a something as a parent. Where toys are concerned, the only people trying to keep our child safe are his parents.
