A Little Box, Made of Tin

Yes. A couple of months ago, I bought a new wallet, and it came in a tin box. "How Great is that?" I thought to myself. Thinking back to my childhood, I would have loved to have a box such as this. I could have used it for countless purposes.
I would have put my cars in it. Or made a bet for my Astrosniks. Or Smurfs. Or, perhaps I could have used it for a boat for my Ewoks. Who knows? But the first thinkg I thought of was how much my 5 year old daughter would like it.
Being the excellent procrastinator I am, I set it to the side, where it floated through the house for several days, making appearances in the kitchen, bedroom, living room, and perhaps a bathroom. Finally Shannon waid, "Are you going to do anything with this?" I told her I was going to give it to Erin. To my surprise, she said, "No."
No? I hadn't expected that. "She has more than enough things as it is." And I knew she was right.
We built a special room just for keeping toys. But the toys don't fit in there. They didn't fit in there before Sam was born, and now we have two children's worth of toys. The toys have flowed from the room, and into every room, including the kitchen. Bedrooms. All three bathrooms.
The children don't need another single toy. That may sound mean, but it's the truth. They have so much stuff they don't know what to do with it all, and they certainly don't play with it all.
Erin gets on a kick occasionally and will play with something for weeks at a time, then forgets it. She begs for toys, then gets one, plays with it for two days, and moves on. Hmm. Sort of like me. I will wait and wait to get something then hardly do anything with it at all. But I'm getting better.
I think my biggest concern through all of this is that they won't know how to go without. They always have Things. I remember college, when I didn't have Things. I had a few, but about 90% of my possessions were gifts or hand-me-downs. These guys have no clue. How do I teach them? I will find the answer, oh yes, I will.