Despite our best efforts, our kids have been swept up in silly band mania. We haven’t bought them any, but their friends have given them a few. Luke loves the ones shaped liked dinosaurs, and our next door neighbors are more than happy to oblige. (Kids have so many, it’s no big deal to peel one off and give it to a less fortunate friend.)
Apparently, silly bandz (sic) are somewhat of a status symbol – kids try to outdo one another in how many they have (and can wear at one time). Toward the end of the school year, our seven-year-old neighbor Grace went to see the school nurse at one point because she was losing feeling in her lower arm. The nurse’s diagnosis was silly band-itis; the remedy: she used scissors to remove a few silly bandz from Grace’s wrist and restore circulation.
Luke loves to not just wear them but play with them, acting out scenarios with whatever shapes they form. Unfortunately, his silly band dinosaurs got ‘trapped’ in a silly putty quagmire the other day. When he couldn’t remove them himself, he came to Karen, the ball of silly putty in hand, asking her to get his dinosaurs out of it.
Karen spent the next 15-20 minutes futilely trying to extricate his silly bands from the silly putty before giving up, and then futilely trying to explain to Luke that it’s not a good idea to wrap his toys in silly putty, particularly silly bandz..
The next day, I caught him trying to wrap his Spiderman figure’s arm in a silly putty cast and to force silly putty into the smaller recesses of some of his other toys.
Ugh. I suppose silly is as silly does.
I hope you enjoyed today’s serving of ‘mac & cheese.’
September 30, 2010 at 7:29 am |
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