You know I was thinking just now. I really never followed the rule of "Bags are not toys" printed on packaging (until recently with having a really young one in the house).
In truth since I was weened I can remember playing with bags in some such way.
They make wonderful popping sounds if done correctly.
I think about hours of time spent trying to do something really interesting like putting it on as a jumper. I even did that one recently.
I make pillows out of my old ziplocks. I make necklaces.
My dog will sit there looking at me with her tounge hanging out smiling as I use the bag as a glove and ... a smell proof container.
Sometimes you come out of the shoe store and you admire the bag your shoes are in. "They make my shoes look big and new!"
I find them places. I found one under the rug it was super squished I pretended it was a plate for a second.
My cat if they are tied just right will fetch them for me and feel super proud. Like he really did something.
I save them to. You know what I mean. That pile of bags. Yippee it is full. It makes me feel like I have a lot of something. "Well at least I have lots of bags." "I have piles of bags!"
And oh the hats...
Bags really are spectacular.
And they really are... toys.