Sunday, August 03, 2008

Why does it always happen . . .

. . . that one kid brings home some junky dollar-toy from a birthday party favor bag like, oh, say a kazoo, for example, and plays with it for a few minutes and then for the next two weeks it turns up in all sorts of places around the house and finally I lay down the law and it ends up in the bottom of the toybox never to be played with again and so when I finally get around to cleaning out the toybox I throw it in the garbage [take a huge breath here] and then the very, very next day the boy’s brother brings home a duplicate of that very kazoo from another birthday party and suddenly kazoos are in fashion--in great demand, even--and boy #1 tears his room apart looking for the kazoo that is now sitting under banana peels in the dumpster and then there is weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth when he finds out the truth and the whining goes on for longer than the child every played with the thing in the first place? Huh? Huh? Yes, I’m talking to you. Tell me, why does that always happen?

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think it happens because of The Fall.

That is also the reason that when you finally decide that your lost earring is never going to show up and you send its mate do D.I., the next day you find the first one. (Maybe that doesn't happen to people with pierced ears, but I wear clip-ons so it's a fact of life.)

Anonymous said...

This is why the only party favor we offer is a buzz cut.

Barbara Bakes said...

I think you should blame our modern throwaway society. If the kids only had one toy we wouldn't be inclined to throw it away.

Anonymous said...

It's a corollary of Murphy's Law.

But sometimes, it doesn't happen that way. I had a pair of gloves that I really liked to wear when I would go for my daily walk in the winter. I lost one of them, though, and was sure I'd never find it. Then, one day in late winter/early spring, I found it in the melting snow on the side of the road as I was walking. I was so afraid I had tossed its mate, but I hadn't! And now I have my special pair of gloves ready and waiting for next winter.

Moral: never throw anything away? Nah! Just don't give up hope.

Anonymous said...

For the same reason that two socks go in, and one sock somes out ... of the dryer; it is the order of the universe.

Anonymous said...

"comes" out, I mean...