Because There is a Child in the House
I'm a bit of a style snob. When The Child was tiny and people gave her toys I didn't care if they were educational. I just wanted them to look good.
I want to think that my aesthetic has informed my child in ways that will manifest in her life someday. But it seems that no matter how one tries to steer a child toward the finer things, they experience a basic gravitational pull toward the ticky and tacky. As proof I offer her big prize, picked up at the Fun Center yesterday. Ladies and gentleman, I give you:
I want to think that my aesthetic has informed my child in ways that will manifest in her life someday. But it seems that no matter how one tries to steer a child toward the finer things, they experience a basic gravitational pull toward the ticky and tacky. As proof I offer her big prize, picked up at the Fun Center yesterday. Ladies and gentleman, I give you:
Alien Gumball Head.
I shall call it Suri and I promise to be very careful around it when dusting. (Oops!)
cobbled together by Moi at 6:04 PM
12 Comments:
great pick, Child!
And it came in a fancy Italian box stamped: FRAGILAY. I mostly just comment for my own pleasure. Carry on.
Edy, You can say things like that. Yours are grown and probably don't feel compelled to collect toys out of Happy Meals anymore.
Angela, Despite the self-serving nature of your comment leaving you have helped me put this in perspective. At least The Spouse isn't arranging a giant leg lamp in my front window. Carry on yourself.
Child has done well.
I would be proud to display Alien Gumball Head as the cetnerpiece of my living room.
ooooohhhhh too cute! I can't imagine what I would do when Iman develops a style of her own!
Iwanski, As soon as it is out of gumballs I will send it to you. Surely by then The Child will distracted by some other plastic bauble and she'll never miss it.
Hina, I'm going to guess that, at least for a while, pink will be involved.
Wow, that's excellent. So far I've only had to deal with Happy Meal toys (which I surreptitiously toss in the trash after a week or so). I think what I'll have to put up with will be DramaQueens appalling taste in music, which runs to Hillary Duff and Hannah Montana. Oh, and the Cheetah Girls.
A gentle reminder of a Peter Maxx wrapping papered bedroom ceiling in a farm house of long ago. Hang in there. It does get better. Mom
Bad Alice, Be patient with the pop music thing. My road started with The Monkees but led eventually to Springsteen and the Clash.
Charlie, She does love geese. As do we all. And just wait until you see my piece for the journal...
Mom, That was not kind. Besides, that ceiling was COOL!
ALIEN GUMBALL HEAD.
I just wanted to type it one more time. I'm going to go find other places to type it. I just love saying it.
I am going to go to the government offices on Monday and change my legal name to Alien Gumball Head.
Iwanski, It would be a great name for a band, too, don't you think?
It was kindly meant, only intending to give you hope
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