A regressive moment happened with this clever magnetic play board. The intention is to give to my son for creative play that does not involve mutant pigs and survival mode.
I gingerly peel the box’s tape so I can test for myself. (An important task is to check for defects. There is nothing sadder than taking a toy from a child to exchange for a proper item). The popular Colorforms from my childhood this is not. The color, settings and magnets jump from their place holders, with some slight assistance of course. Real life responsibilities are put on hold so I can visit the tropics without needing bug spray.
It’s like the assembling of a train set, a supposed group project until the father deems it is intended for bigger kids and takes over the control.
The pieces are designed with whimsy. In fact the characters have a slight resemblance to my son’s world without the fishing monkeys.
