I have a problem
It’s not as large as a couple of rhinos but is definitely bigger than a hedgehog.
You see, Misses E and M have a number of toys at Daddy’s that he has allowed to go…quiet.
We’re talking Pixel Chix, Love2love Bears, that sort of thing. But since J has come into his life, so have, well, batteries.
As J is, like myself, a Mum who happens to think that it’s ok to have toys that actually work, it seems her influence has spread to Daddy’s share of the irritating noisy ones that for the past year os so have sat silent and dull. The result? E and M have a whole new world of buttons, sounds, flashy lights and general ‘interactivity’ to colour their lives…
My problem – so have I ‘cos they keep bloody bringing them home.
Don’t get me wrong, we have noisy stuff here – a whole zoo of Furreal Friends, Animagics, baby Annabelles, singing Barbies, not to mention Webkinz and Moshi Monsters, but I’ve got my share and Daddy has his. That’s fair right? Both of us having to suffer an equal amount of niggly little plastic monsters?
Except it’s not fair anymore because they’re all here, in my house, in my ears.
Arghhhhhh.
I’m trying not to let it annoy me. I’m trying to believe that the renewed novelty will wear off and the toys will once more return to Mr B’s. I’ve also tried to convince M to take Lou lou the cat, snowy the rabbit and Toffee the pony over to his for ‘a holiday’, but they keep bringing them back. Tsk.
So I have a little message for Daddy’s friend…
Oh Mr B’s girlfriend quite lovely are you
But your plethora of batteries is making me blue
I love that you like making E and M happy
But the squeaking and bleeping is sending me wappy
Please next time you’re pondering on something they’ve found
Consider their Mummy before adding sound
For if things don’t return to their previous order
I’ll be purchasing each of your sons a recorder
There, I feel much better now.
Recorder Image found here and edited at the fabulous Picnik.com
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June 29th, 2011 at 4:56 am
A poem! Happiness! And it’s a good’un too.
We just bought William a toy keyboard, but it’s not just a keyboard. Oh no. It has many, many tunes it can play at the touch of a button, some slightly less annoying than others. And it’s all my fault!!!
June 29th, 2011 at 12:11 pm
Sigh we learn as we go along hon. I suggest a big high cupboard when William’s interest is elsewhere. xx
June 29th, 2011 at 7:24 am
Ha ha! Great stuff. In my dream house I will get the architect to include in the plans a soundproofed room. Great for noisy toys, drum kits, loud sex, screaming rows…recorders!
Mya x
June 29th, 2011 at 12:13 pm
Omg yes. Maybe I could do that now. Must get some egg cartons.
June 29th, 2011 at 7:29 am
Love the poem.
We had a toy guitar, passed on by a friend. I quickly realised why it had been passed on, and passed it on again!
June 29th, 2011 at 12:10 pm
Snort, I bet that guitar has had many owners…
June 29th, 2011 at 12:14 pm
Love it! xxx
June 29th, 2011 at 3:40 pm
Ta gorgeous. x
June 29th, 2011 at 12:16 pm
lol we have loads of toys that my two don’t even know make a sound as we’ve never put batteries in them ;-D
June 29th, 2011 at 3:41 pm
Hee hee, that’s hilarious. They’ll get wise though Miss Cass, and then you might be in for noisy toy hell. Get some ear plugs. x
June 29th, 2011 at 12:44 pm
It’s the noisy books and ‘outdoor’ whistles that come indoors that get me!
June 29th, 2011 at 3:43 pm
Noisy books are so annoying. Even the ones that are way too young for her are still being clung to by the 6 year old. I have to smuggle them out one by one. Moving house is fabulous for that sort of thing though lovely.