“Excuse me. Your son is scaring my child.”
“My son? This one? But he’s not that scary. And he’s a lot younger than your son.” (said partially confused; and frankly, partially impressed)
“Yes. But. He’s scaring my son with his pacifier.”
“My son has never seen anything like that before. And he’s scared of your son’s big blue plastic mouth.”
“Oh. Right. Well, then I think my son’s big plastic mouth is probably the least of your son’s problems.”
(okay, so I didn’t say that last sentence, but I thought it)
But very recently, at the Children’s Museum, I learned that they are not distributed by responsible parents. They are not used by future Harvard graduates. They have never been seen by some 15 month olds. Plus, they are very extremely scary. And. They are the mark of the devil.
I didn’t get the memo.