When my son was little, he was in love with anything and everything Star Wars. Each year for his birthday and Christmas, he would be showered with Star Wars action figures, Star Wars vehicles, Star Wars games, Star Wars movies and Star Wars costumes. You get the idea...
My husband, who shared (and possibly unduly influenced) our son's admiration of Star Wars, always made sure to save the packaging for every single Star Wars anything that he received.
"Why are we saving the boxes?" I would ask cluelessly.
"Because...without the box, the (insert Star Wars item here) doesn't have as much value," he would reply, looking at me as if I were from another planet. I mean, really...how could I NOT know that? (And here I thought the value of the toy was the joy that came from playing with it. Silly me.)
"So we are really going to save all of those cardboard boxes?" I questioned again.
"Don't you worry about it. I've got this under control," was his quick response, as he whisked away the box and any accompanying paperwork to his secret Star-Wars-box-secret-hiding-place before I could grab it and recycle it.
Fast forward 10 years...
My son is now 16 and no longer plays with Star Wars toys. This past weekend, my husband went into his Star Wars-box-secret-hiding-place and brought out all of the boxes, along with the totes that were storing that Star Wars stuff.
Then my son and husband began the task of matching each Star Wars item with its box, carefully reassembling the box, and packing it away again in a plastic tote. Surely, the next time that these things will see the light of day is when my son either sells them on Ebay or takes them out for his own child.
I didn't realize just how bad it was until I made a trip to the basement.
There was Star Wars stuff EVERYWHERE!
Where did all of this come from??? When did it get to be so much?
So it seems like maybe my son's Star Wars collection turned into a Star Wars obsession.
I wonder what my husband's role was in all of this....