THE MOST TOYS
was a frank four-year-old. At the house of a preschool friend, I remarked, “What a mess,” and was never invited back. At the more empathetic age of 42, I can appreciate that the collection of paraphernalia I’d witnessed was the manifestation of a complex and difficult issue; hoarding. I don’t have a healthy relationship with The Sims, but I struggle to define it. It’s not an addiction, because my engagement now lasts
