If you are at an age where you are still playing with Barbies, then I’m not sure you should know exactly who Justin Bieber is or desire a plastic facsimile of him.
Because we all know the “experiments” done with dolls, and nothing good ever comes of those.
And if you are at an age when you are no longer playing with Barbies, then you owning the plastic version of the object of your affection is all sorts of wrong in more ways than I can count.
Although I do have to say they seem to have gotten the blank stare just right.
Not that there’s anything wrong with wanting to be a news anchor, but other than practicing how to read a teleprompter and having a killer workout routine, I’m not sure how aspirational the position is.
I think I’m most disturbed, though, that the extremely technical-sounding Newborn Baby Doctor has a shorter skirt than the news anchor.
I was at a rather high-end toy store not too long ago, and I was looking for a ball for my daughter. I had made some out of wadded-up aluminum foil, which she loved, so I was looking for something a bit less homemade. Not that there’s anything wrong with homemade, but I just wanted a ball that was actually a ball. So shoot me.
Anyhoo, I happened upon something called a Wiggly Giggly ball at this store. When you roll the ball, it has squeakers inside of it that move as it rolls, thus creating very amusing “squirk” and “squork” sounds. I thought my daughter would enjoy the added bonus of the squeaks, so I went ahead and bought it.
Well, we all liked it so much, I was about to do a specific post on it, recommending it for one and all.
Little did I know, this toy was REALLY for one and all.
You see, as the great Google showed me, the Wiggly Giggly ball is primarily a dog toy.
On Amazon, the reviews mostly say stuff like, “Choppers really gets a kick out of the squeaks!” and “Buster can hardly stop rolling this ball around the yard!”
Even all the YouTube videos are ones with dogs:
So great, Mother of the Year over here bought her daughter a product intended for dogs. Granted, mine does not have little dog paws all over it, which would have been a dead giveaway, but how was I to know? I figured the rich people who normally populate that type of store would be averse to purchasing a dog toy for their precious offspring.
Next time I’m looking for a new toy for my daughter, I’ll skip the pricey toy store and hit Petco instead.
We are apparently quite anti-man cleavage here at Teeny Manolo, as 56% of you clocked in as disapproving. Another 39% stated that only a few men could get away with it, and if you voted that way, please state your case in the comments, because I can’t think of who those men are.
Today I’m all about the anti-child restaurant in North Carolina. Well, to be fair, they have placed a sign up on the window that says “Screaming children will NOT be tolerated.” The Olde Salty Restaurant claims that they simply want parents to take their loud children outside until they calm down.
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