Preschooler Oysters

 

You know how it’s important for a parent to mess with her kid, just to make sure he’s ready for the Whac-A-Mole game that is middle school?

I do; therefore, I view every day as a “mess-’em-up-early-and-hard” opportunity.

Case in point:

While the Wee Niblet still has affection for his Pokemon cards and is always game for a Yu-Gi-Oh duel, he’s recently expanded his faux-manga-based-consumer-merchandising passions into Bakugan territory, as well.

Pretty much, Niblet is hot for Bakugan’s balls.

Admit it. They’re strangely attractive, weirdly soothing, these balls. You want to cradle them in your palm, don’t you?

Don’t be coy. One glimpse, and you can sense they give good hand.

If you don’t believe your own impulses, you can believe Niblet. He’s an expert in holding little balls, and he finds the Bakugan Battle Brawler balls very satisfying.

In fact, he is so enchanted with them that he keeps the Bakugan brawlers in his pockets, where he can massage them, roll them, and tweak them.

Even better, I like to get him talking about what he’s doing: “Hey, kid, whatcha got there in your pocket?”

“My widdle balls.”

“Yea? Whatcha doing with them, toots?”

“Feeling them. I like feeling my widdle balls.”

Then I let about three minutes pass before asking, “So, buddy, you seem to be touching something in your pants there. What’re you doing?”

“Mom, you know I wuv my widdle balls. I’m playing with my widdle balls.”

Next mission: get him to explicate, with great volume (“EEEH? Cain’t hear ya, kid. Speak up!”), at the mall, about what he’s got in his pockets. I may enhance this activity by having him take along the Bakugan wrist-shooter, into which the brawler balls can be inserted and then ejected. There we’d be, in front of the Eddie Bauer store, me asking, “Whatcha doing now, poodle?”–and him answering, “Just making my widdle balls shoot out.”

After the tortures of Mommy Boot Camp, middle school is, in comparison, going to feel like an easy stroke of the tool.

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Published by Jocelyn

There's this game put out by the American Girl company called "300 Wishes"--I really like playing it because then I get to marvel, "Wow, it's like I'm a real live American girl who has 300 wishes, and that doesn't suck, especially compared to being a dead one with none."

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  1. You’ve got style, Jocelyn. Can you find him anything more sausage shaped? Just a thought.

    Puss

  2. bwahahahahaha! widdle balls!

    Now, what are you going to do when he’s 12 or 13 thinking its JUST FINE to pway with his widdle bwalls in public? hehehehehehehehehe.

  3. You’re going to pay when he reads this someday, you realize.

    I, for one, think it was worth it.

  4. I’ll have you know I’m the Whac-a-Mole world champion. Although, in Middle School I was the mole.

    As for the widdle balls, I’m not going there. Must he be so darn cute?

    August

  5. again, i am left to ponder the havoc we could create if we were ever to meet face to face. bwahahahahaha!!!!

  6. Bwwahahahaah…

    I’m always amazed at all these toys that exist. Not having kids just leaves you totally clueless.

  7. you know originally, “Hot for Teacher” was actually penned as “Hot for Bakugan’s Balls” someone from the record label came in during recording and voiced their concern that not enough American consumers would get the reference to the then uninvented toy.

  8. Heh, heh, heh. Don’t tell me you’ll be surprised when you end up in the stinky, urine and canned peas smelling old folks home in a few decades.

    Then we’ll see who ends up holllering about ‘widdle balls’ to all and sundry.

    (Of course, I’m still taking notes from you.)

  9. As an occasional baby-sitter, I take great delight in warping little minds but I never realised that parents did it to their own kids!

  10. That’s funny, but you know that it’s going the medical bills for his therapy are going to cost you.

  11. You’re a little bit evil, but just SO FUNNY too!

    And besides, playing with balls can be very therapeutic.

  12. LOL

    My mum always said that “we’ll talk about it when we get home” when I brought up stuff like that. You know, when I was little.

  13. Bwuahahahahahahaha!!! Nice. NICE!!! It’s the only real joy you know, we parents get sometimes….;)

  14. My roommate’s son got a text message from one of his girlfriends during Christmas break. It read:

    I’m playing with my brother’s wii. It’s not as hard as I thought.

    They’re 15, so chances are you’ll be able to continue to use your kids for Beevis and Butthead moments for many years to come.

  15. Naughty girl. I need to sick you on the Other Mother in today’s blog post. Pretty please?

  16. OMG, Niblet should never ever read this post or you may have to use his college fund to pay his therapy bills!

  17. Wow. I used to have those same comments, only we couldn’t afford any toys. We had to drive several counties away to get groceries.

  18. I’m glad that it is still appropriate to use one’s own children for comic value!

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