The first full week of summer vacation, and I gave in to buy my kids some junky toys, one of which is now being dumped in the garbage after a brief, 2-day stay in my daughter’s care. Here is the toy that will be laid to rest in the trash:
Yes, smiley yo-yo, you are adorable, irresistible even! You stole my daughter’s eye among a toy chest full of treasures.
And I was a yo-yo for giving in and letting each kid choose a toy from the free entertainment at our local library. I viewed the money as a donation, or admission fee for an hour long show from a very funny ventriloquist (after all I can rationalize ANY purchase it seems). And I was in “fun mom” mode, feeling generous and happy for the time with well behaved kids.
Dear yo-yo, you made it home with us, and then just inside the door, you were dropped on your face / body. Oops! Your halves came apart so easily, and when that happened, it drove my daughter to tears.
She wailed, “Mom, it broke!”
I took you in my hands and brought you to the workbench, where I hot glued your plastic insides together and applied a clamp to finish the operation.
After a few hours of drying and resting, I thought you’d make it. I gave you back to your owner, who brought you to our main living room. Two days later, I found you laying on the floor. I picked you up, trying to make you go up and down. Just in one fluid motion, I could see the operation was not successful, as both sides once again came apart.
Now off to the trash you’ll go to rest in peace, sweet yo-yo, but your short life was not in vain. It reminds me to be wary of such treasures and to make kids earn their own money to buy toys like you from now on!