In this mothers life there are certain things that I am convinced are the spawn of satan:
1) Balloons
The kids fight fight fight over them. Inevitably they get popped or accidentally let go. Usually to the child who has the hardest time handling such traumatic events. Don't get me started on the h.e.double.hockey.sticks. that is a balloon in a car. Should the balloon survive the delicate 1st 24 hours of life it is left forgotten in a corner only to be thrown away and inevitably found by above mentioned sensitive child who then turns into an agonized puddle of tears over the dire disappointment that is his life. And I've heard rumors that they are choking hazards.
2) Fisher Price Super Coupe Cars (aka: sin wagons)
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| Do NOT be fooled by the deceptively angelic child posing in this picture! |
The kids fight fight fight over them. Mostly because they only hold ONE child at a time. The child that is the bulliest (yes, I did just make that word up) leaves a trail of destruction in their determination to be the ONE in the seat. Then, they can't even make the car go by themselves...thus, incurring further tantrums. Inevitably, the child that didn't make it into the ONE seat feels the need to push/help, usually with pent up anger over the fact that they are not the ONE child in the seat...and so continues the vicious cycle.
3) Bouncy Balls
Ok, that's my list. Anything you'd like to add?
4 comments:
Pieces...anything with pieces...1000 piece puzzles, million piece Legos, little tiny plastic doll kits with tiny little pieces of clothing and shoes... Now we know what to get each other's kids for Christmas! :-)
When we were in Ethiopia, the guest house had one of those little cars, and they would get it out for our daughter to use every time we came outside. Because she loved it! They'd see us coming and go, "Machina! Machina for Zinash!" But she also had no interest in making it go on her own, and she figured out pretty quickly that while we would encourage her to do it herself, the Ethiopian staff would soon come over to instruct us how to push her around in it. "See? See? She likes!" they would say. We started referring to it as "that d*m* machina." I realize that many parents would get great joy out of pushing their new child around wherever they want to go in a little plastic car, but we are not those parents.
PUZZLES more than 24 pieces. Bristle blocks (ever step on one in the dark and try not to swear up and down?)
Squinkies for sure!
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