“Why?” I moaned as I tried to slip the scissors underneath yet another twist tie. I couldn’t get it positioned right so that meant I had to untwist it by hand.
I so hate getting toys from their packaging. Those plastic twist ties are the bane of my existence. They are everywhere. Clamping doll hands down. Doll feet. Heads. Torsos.
“How many twisty ties does one toy need?” I shouted.
And let’s not forget what they do to hair:
Ugh. And sometimes they don’t easily come off. So you’re trying to rip the piece free while hoping it doesn’t also rip the hair. I don’t think Natalie would be pleased if I was like, “Here’s Cinderella. But she’s bald now. Thank the toy companies.”
I’ve ranted about this before and I’m sure I’ll do it again next year: getting toys out of their boxes is the worst. Especially when you have boxes and boxes of toys. It gets even more exciting when there are multiple tiny pieces that you have to somehow wrench out of the box. And sometimes the pieces are so small that you think it’s trash until thirty minutes later your kid is like, “Where is this piece?” and you’re like, “Dammit! Why put in itty bitty pieces? We are not elves!”
I hope everyone survived opening all the new toys.
I did, with a little help from chocolate and Diet Coke.