Christmas. The time for joy, love peace and cheer.
Unless you have children, then it’s the time for bribery, threats, sugar highs, and presents.
Oh my God, the presents!
Being a mother of 4 (or is it 5, I can’t remember) I always get asked by my non zookeeper/childwrangling frineds and family what toys and presents are appropriate for the little monsters.
So I thought I’d write this super handy list. This is a NO list, a list of things I DO NOT WANT IN MY HOUSE! And it is especially for you
lucky bastards childless people out there who are as yet unaware of how insane children’s toys can actually be…
If you’ve got kids, show this article to your family. Tag your friends, leave it open on the shared computer, hell print it out and wallpaper your ‘cool’ childless siblings room with it if you need to.
** Obviously you can take this list any way you like.. if you genuinely hate the parents of the kids your buying for, go right ahead and buy everything on the list! I guarantee you’ll have your mortal enemy sobbing silently in the corner before New Years Day.
- Battery operated ‘noisy’ toys. You know the ones, they say 5 phrases on repeat, or play one song continuously as soon as someone even breathes in the same room as it. The toys usually say something like “educational” on the packet, but I can guarantee you that the only thing my child will be learning if The evil thing is in my house is that their parents know a lot of swear words.
- One or two toys from a ‘collection.’ Why would you do that to us? Now my lovely little princess won’t stop talking/nagging/whining about getting the other 768 LOLhatchsquishmuffins, or whatever the hell those tiny, useless bits of plastic are. Plus the small ones hurt like a bitch if you step on them.
- Speaking of stepping on them, Beading kits. My Tweeny Twiny Twat head will make exactly three bracelets. One for her, one for her best friend, and one for me. Then the rest of the beads will be joyously scattered from one end of the house to the other, finding tiny crevices to get stuck in for eternity, or just chillin in the middle of the floor, waiting for my bare delicate foot at 3 o clock in the morning…
- Messy ‘board games.’ Whatever happented to good old ‘trouble’? It only had handful of pieces, even the dice was enclosed so that my creative kids couldn’t remove it and create Some sort of violent, destructive weapon from it. No, nowadays kids have games like “Pieface” and “Doggy Doo” Am I going to tell you about these games? No. Because they seem fun and hilarious – and they are, as long as you’re not the one cleaning diarrhoeal dog poo off the curtains, and pie cream out of the toddler who hates having bath’s hair. And ear. And nose.
- Experiences that you expect us to come along to. If we wanted to take our zoo to another zoo, we would just take our zoo to another zoo. What we want is for you to take the monkeys, feed them, wear them out, then bring them back, (preferably asleep) all by yourselves. Also it wouldn’t hurt if you left a bottle of wine for us when you went..
There you go. Also don’t buy them lollies, buy me lollies – or better yet lolly infused vodka.
Happy Christmas shopping my Piggies!
Love Mrs. Piggy.
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