They are everywhere. Show up unexpectedly. Never sure how much damage they will cause. Caution is futile. Resistance useless.
– I turn the corner in a hurry and stumble on one.
– Sleep muddled I get off from the bed in response to a cry for ‘Mumma’ and nearly fall to my knees.
– I get ready to take a shower, take a quick peek to ensure it is a safe zone, turn around to get some things in place and in less than a minute step in to take a shower and my feet lands on one.
– A quick run downstairs at night to get water from the kitchen and suddenly lights start to blink and gleeful noise screams ‘Hi this is the lion calling. Call me’.
They come in all shapes – square, star, circle, animal, phone, books
They come in all materials – wood, plastic, rubber, foam
They come in all sizes – x-small, small, medium, large, x-large
They come in all colors – pink, green, blue, yellow, orange, purple
They come in all decibels levels – mute, squeak, normal, loud, eardrum shattering
But most importantly they come to bodily harm you, make you fall on your knees, give your heart a start, make you hobble, drive you out of your mind.
And no, no matter what you do and how many times you clean up and how careful you are and how many times you check and double check, somehow someway they find a way to the wrong place at the wrong time, all thanks to a little hurricane and her ability to hide them in places unknown to mere parents.
These landmines or toys as the marketing people love to call them are pure evil and I hate them.
Oh and to the person who gave her the wooden blocks and 28 of them at that: Why? What wrong did we ever do to you? Do you know how many stubbed toes and hurt nails and almost falls I have owing to those menacing little things? 😐