As a kid, I’d always take family pictures out of the frames and replace them with
the original photos that came with the frame.
I’m pissed. Seriously. Pissed.
Here is a short version to get everyone up to speed — the kid is a few months from moving into the big boy room. He’s got this music machine he plays to calm down at night. He loves it. Problem is that it straps to the crib and doesn’t work in the new room.
Dear makers of agitating and semi-pointless kid’s toys,
Don’t take this the wrong way, but on behalf of all the parents in the world, go eat a warm sandwich baggie full of farts.
