Where it started
A birthday gift
that wouldn't come.
It was a simple task. Find a birthday present for a 3-year-old nephew. What followed was two hours walking through toy stores feeling increasingly deflated. Shelves full of things that flashed, beeped, demanded batteries, and led straight to a screen. Nothing felt right. Nothing felt good enough.
Mphonyana had raised three children at a time when toys were designed differently. The early 2000s were a different world for play. Toys were built to spark something in a child, to invite a parent in, to last more than a week. That world still exists. It's just harder to find.
Standing in that aisle, she thought: there are thousands of parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents feeling exactly this right now. Overwhelmed. Under-served. Quietly certain that there has to be something better. She was right. She spoke to Jessica and Samantha, and between the three of them, a plan took shape.
"Jessica keeps me grounded. I keep us moving. And Samantha makes sure we never guess."
That's how Mphonyana describes the dynamic at the heart of My Toy Box. Jessica's technical precision keeps the business airtight. Mphonyana's operational drive keeps it moving. And Samantha's classroom expertise means no toy ever makes it into a box on instinct alone.
What Samantha brought to the founding conversation changed its shape entirely. She could name, with specificity, what a 2-year-old's hands are ready for versus a 4-year-old's mind. She could look at a toy and say: this is for the child's development, or this is for the parent's peace of mind. That distinction is the difference between a curated box and a lucky dip, and it is what My Toy Box is built on.
Together they are building something all three of them genuinely wish had existed. Not for investors or headlines. For the parent standing in the aisle right now, feeling exactly what Mphonyana felt that day, and needing someone who actually knows to point them in the right direction.