When your kid gets a birthday present and there's a little note at the bottom of the card that says "Don't hate us for giving this to him!", your first instinct is to hide the toy in the back of the closet and re-gift it to someone. But by then, the kid has it open and has decided that no other toy in the history of toys has ever been so awesome.
In our case, this was a few weeks ago for Julian's birthday and the gift in question was a game called "My Little Sandbox Play Set." I don't need to elaborate about why this gift is problematic, do I? I think the name says it all.
Suffice it to say, the boys have been digging in the sand for pirate treasure for the past 45 minutes and are starting to show signs of disinterest. Even though the box says "hours of fun." Somebody should really hold them to that.
Still snowin' and blowin' out our way...and the entire Southwest quandrant of my living room (there's no place else to play in a two-bedroom apartment) is covered in electric blue 'ultra fine sand', as they boast on the box. (Is the 'ultra fine' supposed to be somehow reassuring? It's just harder to sweep up. Give me the 'ultra huge, more like a baseball' size sand next time, thanks.)
H got that for his birthday! It is strictly an outdoor toy, which means it's been played with a grand total of one time and it may get disappeared before the next time.
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