Honestly, our popularity levels as parents went drastically down and games are much more of an effort than collectibles. While he would happily bang the cars together simulating gory accidents, he needs me to sit with him for Ludo or Carom, since little K is too small to do anything more than run away with the coins. On busy days, I am tempted to take out the collection of cars and just give it to him.
Five years later, he still has the withdrawal symptoms from the car phase. We can't visit anyone's place without him rummaging their child's car box. Almost everyone seems to have one. Most of our friends think it's cruel to do this, making the resolution harder to stick with.
On the upside, however, I feel superior when other parents' narrate the tragic tales of thousands spent on Beyblade merchandise, only to be broken 5 days later in a simulated war between the neighbourhood kids.
I give her a set of my own kitchen bowls to rattle around together. The big bowl serves as the little bowl's Mama and talk to each other as she becomes a ventriloquist. Alternatively, both when it is not being used to cook a big imaginary meal. She goes shopping with a plastic cover in her little tricycle and comes back with imaginary veggies and keeps house in her toy tent.