I’m a good mother. I take care of my kids. I bathe them and feed them. I help them with homework. I buy them clothes and shoes that they like (usually). And I buy them toys.
But some of those toys, well, I just don’t have words for how much I hate them. Today’s toy that I despise above all others is my daughter’s Slushee Maker. I’m sitting here at the computer at a complete loss for words. I HATE that thing.
First of all, I have to assemble it because it’s too hard for anyone under the age of 30. Then, I have to add the ingredients because the canister gets so cold that your hands can go numb if you even touch it.
Next, I have to turn the handle because it’s too hard for anyone without body building experience. So, I stand there for at least five minutes turning this impossible crank until my arm falls off on the floor. That’s how we know when it’s ready.
Then, I have to endure my daughter’s pitiful look when the liquid doesn’t freeze (which is most of the time). So I either do it all over again or refuse and try to live with her disappointment.
And she wonders why I never want to get that stupid thing down from the pantry so she can play with it.
I’m throwing it in the garbage!
OK, OK. I know I won’t because, remember how I said I’m a good mother? I’ll keep it and try to avoid getting it down for several more months. Then, one day, I’ll give in, get it down, and go through the whole thing again.
I guess I wouldn’t fuss so much if it worked more often. It might be worth the effort if we got something even partially frozen to come out. I’ve just got to be more careful when buying toys for my kids.
And don’t even get me started on the Baby Alive that wet all over my stairs!