This made me think back to the days when finding the right battery was critical to my young kids. It seemed like every single one of their toys needed a different kind. And then, once I found (or more likely, purchased) the batteries, I’d regret it because it usually meant they were toys that made noise.
I’ve always thought there’s a special spot in hell for people who design annoyingly noisy toys.
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“Hey! My Gameboy stopped working! What the…”
“Mommy! Darling Dance-A-Lot stopped playing…”
“Waaaaah!! No sound…”
My kids made more noise than the toys I’d surreptitiously sabotaged. I knew it was short-lived, however. I had a plan.
“Here – try one of these,” I said in my most convincing voice. “It’s something you’ll love.”
Eying me suspiciously, they turned to look. I held out the treats, calling them to me like the Pied-piper.
“Books, my sweets. Quiet, lovely, books.”
With a little persuasion, they settled in with their new found friends, each one a doorway to a new world. A much quieter world.
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© Erin Leary