It’s that time of year . . . the time when annoying commercial ditties get stuck in your head and replay themselves in a loop until you want to shoot yourself in the eye with a Nerf gun just so you can fortheloveo'pete make it stop.
No? Just me?
I have decided that I was destined to be a Boy Mommy. I get Diabetes just thinking about the saccharin-sweet Tinkerbell/Barbie genre of cinema. I’d sit through 10 Monster Jams before I’d watch a My Little Pony dvd. The colors alone . . . the purples and pinks and fuchsias . . . it’s like the animator vomited a bag of Skittles.
Not that there’s anything wrong with girls and all things girly. It’s just that I was clearly not cut out for the job of being a mommy to girls.
That being said, I made a list of 10 annoying toys that I will NOT be purchasing, AND they’re gender neutral so they are equally offensive to both boy mommies and girl mommies! (I’m all-inclusive here at the BoyMommy blog site.)
In no particular order:
1. An antique doll
When Hubby and I were dating, my mother would make him sleep on the couch in the living room when he visited for the weekend. Apparently she thought I was as pure as the driven snow. . . Aaaaanyhoo, she’d be dusting in the living room later and be confused because her antique doll, which was perched on top of a book case, was always facing the wall. Turns out Hubby was a little freaked out by the thought of glass eyes peering through his soul while he slept, so he’d face her the other way when he visited.
|I mean, she's holding her hand under his|
nether-regions in order to CATCH the poop . . .
2. Doggie Doo
Germans love David Hasslehoff. Apparently they also love picking up dog feces. This is the notion perpetuated by the Doggie Doo commercial, which portrays children having so! much! fun! By picking up fake (let's hope) poop that excretes itself from a toy dog. If my children find picking dog sh*t up so exciting, they are welcome to walk our real dog and trail behind him with a plastic bag.
3. Sling Shot
Like I need a toy that will turn simple household items into projectiles. . .
|It's okay Pig. It's just food.|
It's not Love.
4. Pop the Pig
No surprise, but it’s manufactured by the same warped minds that brought us Doggie Doo. I just feel bad for the pig, you know? He stuffs his craw and then he eventually eats so much that he pops. Maybe he’s an emotional eater. Or a recovering anorexic. It’s not my place to judge. . . .
I will not give this company my money for one reason: their theme song is so nails-down-a-chalkboard, grating-on-my-nerves annoying! The product is a stuffed toy with a plastic back that lights up and projects shapes onto the ceiling. The funny thing is, my niece has one and Small loves to play with it, but only during the day. There’s no way in h-e-doublehockeysticks he’s going to sleep with that thing in the room.
|Look kids! A SnowGlobe!|
Shake it. See what happens . . .
My brother-in-law, the Cluer, bought us one of these as a family gift about 10 years ago. It’s a glass ball with water in it that contains a little shrimp thing and algae and other science stuff. And it sits on a shelf. And you look at it. And it collects dust. UNLESS, you shake that b*tch up like it’s a snow globe and then stuff it in a moving box that’s headed for a storage facility in New Jersey for 3 years. Hypothetically.
7. Kids Boxing Gloves
Seriously? There’s no way this would end well.
8. Bottle Cap Jewelry Kit
Children can make jewelry out of bottle caps. I just can’t see the point of purchasing this kit, simply because if my children look on the counter on Sunday morning they’ll have plenty of bottle caps to suit their little jewelry-making desires.
9. The Love and Grow Baby Doll
This is *awesome* because once they grow out of the doll phase, they can use all their baby-raisin’ expertise when their poor decision-making skills are rewarded with their own reality show on MTV.
|Yours for the low-low price of $19.99|
(Plus shipping and handling.)
They’re advertised as “slippers with personality.” Um, I’m okay with my slippers being non-personality-having. They’re slippers. You can WALK in them. You can JUMP in them. You can even STOMP in them! How do I know all this? It says so in the commercial. I'd like to meet the marketing genius who thought a good selling point would be that you could walk in them. What’s next? Socks? I think this is the gift for the kid who was really bad this year . . .