curse you, China...
...for acting just like Americans! Among the excellent gifts my son received for his birthday, Aqua Dots were one of them. If you have no children, you might not know that these were recalled this week for being coated with a toxic substance which, when ingested, chemically turns into a kiddie equivalent of the date-rape drug. Nice, huh?
This pisser is (besides the obvious) that these products were heavily advertised on TV, so that when A got them, he was in transports of joy. I hadn't heard of them, as I don't watch TV, but they really looked cool, they glow in the dark, and they are teeny tiny (an plus for A, naturally). He had some of his many shark toys eating them, but luckily he didn't attempt it himself.
The beads don't really fuse well together--they are spheres, so there's only so much surface area to cling to. So after an exciting hour of arranging them carefully, spraying them with water, and waiting, the end result was a slightly mushy set of aqua dots, most of which fell limply back into the tray. Ah, well. A wasn't too upset about it.
Then the recall came, and I feared a crying jag, if not a "You can pry my Aqua-Dots from my cold, dead hands" response, but A was a real trooper. I told him that there are people who make toys and they don't really care about making children happy, just making a lot of money. And because they don't care about children, they put things on toys that are very very dangerous and could make him go to the hospital if he put them in his mouth. So we needed to throw away the aqua dots so he wouldn't be sick. He was so good about it, I told him we would go out and get some of those perler beads instead (the ones you iron, old-fashioned stuff). They have them at ikea for about 5 bucks, a humongous tub of them.
So last night, D, A, and I had a lovely time indulging our familial Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, each putting together a perler bead creation. Anyone watching from the windows might have been a little scared to see us all hunched over these peg boards, carefully sorting and placing hundreds of teeny beads. But it's better to have an OCD scare than to be at the hospital.
This pisser is (besides the obvious) that these products were heavily advertised on TV, so that when A got them, he was in transports of joy. I hadn't heard of them, as I don't watch TV, but they really looked cool, they glow in the dark, and they are teeny tiny (an plus for A, naturally). He had some of his many shark toys eating them, but luckily he didn't attempt it himself.
The beads don't really fuse well together--they are spheres, so there's only so much surface area to cling to. So after an exciting hour of arranging them carefully, spraying them with water, and waiting, the end result was a slightly mushy set of aqua dots, most of which fell limply back into the tray. Ah, well. A wasn't too upset about it.
Then the recall came, and I feared a crying jag, if not a "You can pry my Aqua-Dots from my cold, dead hands" response, but A was a real trooper. I told him that there are people who make toys and they don't really care about making children happy, just making a lot of money. And because they don't care about children, they put things on toys that are very very dangerous and could make him go to the hospital if he put them in his mouth. So we needed to throw away the aqua dots so he wouldn't be sick. He was so good about it, I told him we would go out and get some of those perler beads instead (the ones you iron, old-fashioned stuff). They have them at ikea for about 5 bucks, a humongous tub of them.
So last night, D, A, and I had a lovely time indulging our familial Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, each putting together a perler bead creation. Anyone watching from the windows might have been a little scared to see us all hunched over these peg boards, carefully sorting and placing hundreds of teeny beads. But it's better to have an OCD scare than to be at the hospital.
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