I've never especially cared for my children to become attached to toys. It's somehow disheartening to think a mass marketed, media driven, popular figurine could capture my daughter's imagination, franchement.
I would rather them be outside gazing at a pinecone, imagining it to be a tree in a miniature forest. I would rather them be reading. I would rather them be writing. I would rather them be running. I would rather them be dancing.
Over the years, I've smiled a bit wanly at some of the toys they've received as gifts. I hope that doesn't smack of elitism or ingratitude...it's just my heart has instinctively yearned for a certain natural, nostalgic ideal when it comes to playtime for my children.
Often, it seems a sheet of paper is all they need to amuse themselves for an entire afternoon.