Back in the "olden" days (which, according to my kids, is when I was little), all we had to play with was rocks, sticks and dirt, or at least that's what I feel like telling the Three Bored Amigos when they say there's nothing to play with. Though it can be somewhat annoying, I feel a small sense of glee when I notice the creative cells in their brains have transformed non-toys into toys without the help of Toys R Us. Below are a few examples of toy mutations. By the way, in case those who are only in the possession of girls, ANYTHING can be turned into a sword, rocket or gun and should you have one of my boys over, don't be aghast if you find a Barbie flying in the air with the legs in splits moving in a propeller motion. Also, if Douglas seems to be glassy-eyed and the only thing interesting him is a spider web in the upper corner of the room, it's because his cousin Alyssa is waiting for him to add conversation skills to Ken's charms by commenting on Barbie's mismatched shoes.
Examples of "Transformitus" (I think that's an HP magic word for transforming or "change-o to weapino")
Is it an easel or an elegant gun?
Is it a ruler or a sword?
Are they decorative eggs or "chicken invaders?"
Is it a dowel used for crafts or a wand?
It is the Sword collection or is it a resting place for confiscated weapons or weapons with a tendency to malfunction or could it be a stockpile of WMDs?