Oct
07

I have to ask! What is up with these crazy bands?  Am I missing something?   They’re just rubber bands in the shape of some object right?  But my kid and I’m sure yours too, is going .…well crazy over them.

Perhaps too many years have passed since I was 7, surely we must have had the equivalent item when we were that age, but I just don’t remember having anything that was quite so pointless.

So why did you buy them for her in the first place, I hear you cry.  Well that was down to another ill-conceived idea on my part whereby I planned a vacation away on her birthday.  Do you have any idea how hard it is to find enough gifts to satisfy a 7 year old’s dream vision of the perfect birthday pile, whilst being small and light enough not to incur twice the value of said gifts in additional baggage charges?   After several hours wandering around and around Toys R Us and scouring the web, this is what I came up with: several items that could be utilized as distractions on a rainy afternoon or during the plane ride (smart move as I would probably have had to bring these anyway), jibbets (another completely pointless item, but which I am willing to admit to the decorative value of), a yoyo and crazy bands!

Now I should have seen where this was all going when she carefully took the items out of the packet, organized them fastidiously on the table making a mental note of what she had, grouped them by type or color and then spot checked several times a day to make sure that her 2 year old sister hadn’t snuck up and whisked one away.  But in all honesty I was too busy congratulating myself on what an amazing mom I was finding something so perfect given the obstacles I faced.

And naively I thought that after a few weeks of fun they would lose their interest.  But no, she has simply expanded her collection, including glow-in-the-dark bands and now rings (which can be worn on the finger as opposed to wrist or ankle).  She talks with a far away look in her eye of finding rare combinations of shape and color and has had to be consoled several times after trading some precious item only to regret it later upon realizing their true irreplaceable value.

Not only do I find myself driving around Chicago on a Sunday morning to find the ‘must have packet’, but my daughter also has me on my hands and knees several times a day finding the <elephant/guitar/banana> that she “definitely left right here” and now is nowhere to be found.  I have even been known to perform major surgery using superglue and a toothpick on a particularly special broken band.

And this isn’t the worst of it, I have now bought several packs for my 2 year old, yes 2 year old! Because as we all know, even if on its own it holds absolutely no interest to a younger sibling, even if they have no clue what they are supposed to do with it and minutes after getting hold of it they discard it, if their older sibling has something that they absolutely do not want the younger one to have, the younger one automatically HAS to have it!

So now I have 2 piles of crazy bands to take care of, 2 sets to keep track of, avoid running the vacuum cleaner over or generally sweeping up with a bunch of other stuff and losing.

And yet, I started all this, so I have to confess, perhaps the only crazy thing around here is me!

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  • patsy

    that my dear friend is the power of advertising!!
    and yes they are only rubber bands at the end of the day . . .it is just like the story of the emperor’s new clothes but you are being a lovely mum buying them for your two. . . they will not be able to say in that stroppy teenage voice “you would never buy us the bands” xx

  • Otha Heavrin

    I do not even know how I ended up here, but I thought this post was good. I do not know who you are but certainly you’re going to a famous blogger if you aren’t already 😉 Cheers!

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