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kyburgChatting up other parents at preschool daycare during drop-off time can be quite the social event.
Somehow, me and another Mom (keep in mind, I'm probably one of the oldest parents there) got on the subject of toys We Hates. (Her daughter, who's in kid's class, brought in the BEST Easter Bunny toy for share day today.)
Worse toy evar is still Tickle Me Elmo. And I expressed my fervent relief and joy that I didn't have to parent a child during that era. She agreed.
But - yanno. Kids luuuuurved that damn thing. I sensed a bit of guilt. So I told her what Stuffe and Nonsense had done with one once...um, yeah. BDSM Elmo. She was sufficently awed and dismayed.
And my work there was done.
Somehow, me and another Mom (keep in mind, I'm probably one of the oldest parents there) got on the subject of toys We Hates. (Her daughter, who's in kid's class, brought in the BEST Easter Bunny toy for share day today.)
Worse toy evar is still Tickle Me Elmo. And I expressed my fervent relief and joy that I didn't have to parent a child during that era. She agreed.
But - yanno. Kids luuuuurved that damn thing. I sensed a bit of guilt. So I told her what Stuffe and Nonsense had done with one once...um, yeah. BDSM Elmo. She was sufficently awed and dismayed.
And my work there was done.
