Two buttons and a penny...

Today I was walking around the house after the cleaners left, inspecting every surface, nook and cranny for "faults" with which to barrage them with on their next visit in order to ensure top notch service and keep them from resting on their oars, when I stumbled upon a little bag, tucked neatly away in a corner of the living room, completely out of place. "Ah-ha!", I exclaimed as I pounced on the unsuspecting object of my scrutiny...exhibit "A". As I held up the little bag, I peered closer at it unable to make out it's contents:

Curious, I opened the bag and poured the items onto the floor. Wow. Amazing. Enclosed in the bag were the following: a pencil sharpener, 1 checker, two buttons and a penny. I immediately knew these belonged to RR #1. Now as mundane as all this seems, I could not help but marvel at the simplicity of this child. Here I buy him all manner of complicated toys, books, games etc. and at the end of the day, he is content to play with two buttons and a penny? So I wonder, had I wrapped said baggy up for Christmas and placed under the tree, would it have elicited the same shriek of joy as the Spider man watch or Leapfrog Gaming system he actually got? And where were these items now? Strewn carelessly upon the basement floor while his bag of buttons was tucked safely and lovingly in the far corner of my living room.

I say all this to say...are we trying too hard? Perhaps as humans, our baser instincts are simple, and uncomplicated, joy wrought by objects of little or no material value but of an import born of sentiment and creativity. Perhaps items are not what they are, but rather what we make them. I don't know, this is all a bit much for me too. I might try this theory out a little but I'm not exactly ready to give up the vast majority of my creature comforts just yet...we'll see, we shall see.