My husband is a big kid — he can't resist climbing on the playground structures with our son and daughter or hold back when he takes them to the toy store. More often than not, a trip for one small trinket becomes an all out shopping spree. He buys the toys he longed for when he was little now that he's an adult under the guise that they are for our offspring. So far, we've got a yard full of Tonka dump trucks, cases of vintage looking Hot Wheels that someone polishes with tissues and a Thomas the Train table with more ornate tracks and carriers than any two and four year old could possibly comprehend. I've called his bluff, but I'm pretty sure he'll continue to overflow their toy boxes with a bunch of stuff that they can spend time bonding over. Does your husband do this?