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Doggie Doo-Doo Fun

Baby girl just ran over - super duper excited - about this game.


I'm not kidding - she was giddy with joy - alternately hugging the iPad and yelling "Dog Poop!  Dog Poop!" while running back and forth from the couch to my computer.

Really now?  Are the toy makers that desperate?  How did that conversation go?

"Anyone have ideas for a fresh new kids game?"
Silence.
"C'mon people - there must be at least one unique idea out there.  Use your heads.  Tom, what do you think?"
"Shit, I don't know."
"Shit?  Shit! Yes - that is unique!  I don't think there are ANY other toys on the market that deal with shit. This is brilliant."

And a game about dog poop was born.  :-(

Perhaps hubby was right when he characterized our  Harlyn as a "Tomboy Princess" - for a little girl that wants everything pink and sparkly she sure seemed over the top for some Play-Dough poop.  She made me promise I would "go to the store and buy this right away."

Sigh.

We have a real dog, ya know?  And this one poops FOR REALSY - like at least 2 times a day - in our backyard.  Yet the idea of picking up her poop is somehow "gross" and "nasty" - but I should shell out $19.95 for the privilege of letting her play pretend Pooper Scooper with a plastic, flatulent wiener dog.   

Don't worry Bella - we know you're the real deal!


I think I'm going to pass - and if any of the family reading this thinks it would be HI-LAR-I-OUS to buy this for the kids for Christmas - just remember - I know where you live!

Positively,

Kim

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