My rationale for it all is the following:

If I die with no one to give all of my toys to (or if there isn't a relative alive who wants them), then I will bequeath them all to a charity for children. I can't think of anything that would be better than that!

Otherwise, they keep me sane. When I'm in a bad mood, my DH sends me to my room (with a suggestion). "Why don't you go in your room for a while and play with your dolls? That'll make you feel better." he says....and off I tramp into my girly room. [img]biggrin.gif[/img]