There is a scourge among us.
It all seems innocent enough but you don’t realize the horror that will befall you and your family until you invite them into your home.
You feel compelled to touch them, hold them, squeeze them, but before you know it they start to multiply before your eyes. There’s two, then three, and then before you know it you have them all and you will never feel at peace again. How did this happen? They seemed so… harmless. And those will probably be your last words.
Take my advice – Beware of what’s ahead.
I’m referring to, of course, the Sing-A-Ma-Jigs.
My youngest daughter got two of these for Christmas and then received a third after the New Year but, unfortunately (for her), it was a duplicate of one of the first ones. Now we’re faced with this dilemma: Do we exchange it for another one? Return it for something that doesn’t haunt our dreams with its merry singing? Lock it in a box, bury it underground, cover it with a boulder and pretend it never happened?
All were given by well-meaning relatives. I mean, look at them! They’re adorable. They chatter to each other and sing happy tunes. They harmonize, fer chrissake! But in the hands of a two year old the Sing-A-Ma-Jigs are harbingers of death… for your sanity. There is only so much a person can take!
Sure, there’s a certain unavoidable cuteness factor. That’s how they end up in your home in the first place. But don’t fall for it – Oh no! Don’t. Give. In.
Take it from me, the Sing-A-Ma-Jigs will be the end of you. I should know. I’m thinking of getting three more.
About ChickyBaby
How well I know the scourge of the Sing-a-ma-jigs. I’ve banished them to the land of “in the bedroom with the door closed” play and am happy to report that both of them just sit in the bottom of the toy chest untouched. That, of course, only happened after the novelty of squeezing them enough times to make mommy go on a homicidal rampage. (It could mean that my children are also at the bottom of the toy chest, but the robot duplicates of the children are very convincing and I don’t think school has figured it out yet)
Twitter Name: LisaUnfiltered
Two things:
A) I’m so glad my youngest is 10 and we never owned one of those things.
2) Just seeing & hearing about that things has me recalling the clown doll the family wants out of their house on the Post Office commercial.
I’m just saying. It could just be me.
Are you sure one of those thongs didn’t just move a little closer to you?
“Things” not “thongs”. Frackin’ Blackberry.
Believe me, the eyes follow me whenever I’m in the same room with them.
Twitter Name: chickybaby
Screw Sing-a-ma-jigs – ROBOT CHILDREN? Why haven’t I thought of this before??
Twitter Name: chickybaby
Don’t be fooled by the damn robot children either. The F*&^ING talk back, disobey, and are still royal brats. Why do you think the school hasn’t figured it out???
Twitter Name: LisaUnfiltered
We are avoiding them. I can only imagine the horror. There is also something about their mouths that creeps me out. Like a sex toy made out of hairbands. I don’t know, I am just terrified of them.
Twitter Name: ladyjess78
“Like a sex toy made out of hairbands.”
Thanks for that, Jessi. Now every time I watch my kids play with these toys I’ll think about that sentence.
Twitter Name: chickybaby
I will never look at this toy the same… and it sings “When the Saints Go Marching In.” That’s just wrong. ;)
OMG, we totally got 4 of these for Christmas. My 3 year old mostly likes to stick his finger in their mouths and let them ‘bite’ him. I tried it too. It kind of hurts.
Twitter Name: ecnewlin
*runs off to try the biting thing*
Twitter Name: chickybaby
I scoffed at these for months leading up to Christmas. I thought they were horrible looking and a stupid concept. And then, for some unknown reason, on December 23rd I got in my head that I *must* buy these for my kids. I overnighted two of them via Amazon. I think the Sing A Ma Jig people were putting out some sort of subliminal messages that got to me. The best part was that on Christmas Eve, as I was setting up the Santa loot, my single, late 30′s, kind-of-an-asshole male cousin picked the pair of them up and could NOT put them down. He was mesmerized for HOURS. I should have videoed it and put it up all over Facebook the next time he says something jerkish to me. My kids haven’t given them a second glance. Oh well.
Twitter Name: Madatmama
I’m not sure how subliminal it is. I’m pretty sure I heard “Buy me or die, Bitch” in that commercial.
Twitter Name: chickybaby
I made the mistake of letting my 18-month-olds watch that video, which inspired a frenzy of want. Luckily, they don’t yet understand that I could actually go out and get those things for them. On the other hand, they now think they can dig them out of my laptop.
can we talk about how happy I am my kid would not want these? Can we? okay! yay! she wouldn’t want them at all!!!!