At dinner last night, Saralyn discovered the joy of playing with a plastic bag. Bambi brought some books from a the office book sale, and Saralyn fell in love with the sound of the crinkling plastic. Eventually, tried to put it in her mouth, and we had to take it away from her, but she just was entertained for ages!
Next week, razor blades, open electric sockets and choking hazards…
Worst. Mother. Ever.
(Seriously, I can see why manufacturers need to print “this is not a toy” on plastic bags now. The kids gets such joy from crinkling and scrunching. and some parents would just leave the child unsupervised. Saralyn has a few toys that have crinkle material inside the fabric of the toy, but it really just isn’t the same.)
My son loves, just loves, playing with the plastic cover that newly-laundered clothes are draped in. That really thin plastic that just about jumps down a child’s throat? Yeah, that one.
Scares the crap out of me.