In 21st century America, having kids means having a bunch of crap in your house. Stuffed animals start piling while they are still in utero; your kid still has gill slits and has already received enough bunnies, ponies, doggies, elephants and monkeys to fill a 50-gallon oil drum. Then there are all the other accoutrements of childhood: car seats, high chairs, playpens, bouncers — and as the kids grow, so does their crap pile. You can try to fight it, try to purge stuff (i.e., pass it on to newbie parents), try to keep your home from looking like a... More >>>