metaphorge wrote:wmpyr wrote:But I just can't see myself getting my kid a toy close to $50.
Then you're obviously much too selfish to have children. Get a dog instead.
Obviously we should have high standards for our children, but how are we supposed to expect children to meet high standards if we can't be bothered to provide rewards for meeting those standards?
First of all, dogs are expensive, too. They don't have college funds, but still--food, cage, leash, vet bills, more vet bills, a few more vet bills, and some toys...Last time I was at the vet's (with el gato diabetico) I saw a poster that said first year VET expenses for a puppy were about $1977. So, your needlessly malicious point is a misfire.
Second, like others, I'm disturbed by your simple equation of materialism with good parenting. I teach kids who have *EVERYTHING*. New cars, not the crappy used beaters I had when I was a freshman. Brand new brand name clothes like Ed Hardy and Baby Phat. Iphones. Prada handbags for the girls. Black diamond jewelry for the guys. Their parents bought these kids everything under the same sort of mindset that you appear to have.
And you know what? These kids--don't get me wrong, they're nice kids and adorable as heck--have grown up to be exceedingly judgmental about surface appearances. I tell them I buy my jeans at Kmart, and they recoil as if I'm contagious. If you don't have the right clothes or the right sneakers or the right cell phone you are nothing to them. They were most likely the same way with toys when young--why did they want that toy? Because they wanted THAT TOY (the cybertron Starscream big enough to hug) or because they wanted something big and expensive? I see a lot of kids from split homes whose parents decided to buy their love. Oh look, mommy loves you more, she bought you a more expensive Christmas present. Therefore love = price tag.
Me, like a lot of others, I grew up with very few toys. We loved the Star Wars figures because they were relatively cheap and we could get one every month (that was our toy budget, yeah). We loved those damn things to death. Did I wish we'd had the big Millenium Falcon like my cousins had? Oh yeah. Did I die because I didn't get it? No. In fact, it's useful now to be able to see things I cannot afford and say, jeeeeeeeez, but I can't, and know that I'll not *die* without it. My cousins? My students? Not faring so well.
HK, frugality is sexy. Can I get an Amen?